#hes becoming more and more christian conservative and its so annoying

[insectfem]

i hate my bfs brother so much he's so annoying

[jewishbarbies]

I truly cannot comprehend how the uncommitted crowd does not understand how much worse Donald Trump is going to be for Palestinians. If Trump gets a second term it’s going to be awful for everyone including LGBTQ people, people with uteruses, immigrants, basically everyone not a conservative, straight white male. Everyone should know that at this point. You only have to listen to what he’s saying at his rallies to know that if elected a second time, he fully intends to try and become a dictator. But theoretically, if someone doesn’t care about marginalized groups in the US and only cares about the war in Gaza, fine, but they should understand that Donald Trump being elected is a disaster for Palestinians too.

Trump was the most pro-Israel president in recent decades. He and Netanyahu have a long history together and were genuinely friends. Bibi LOVED Trump, whereas he had previously had a more tense relationship with Obama (and Biden as VP). It was under Trump that the US moved its embassy to Jerusalem. Jared Kushner spearheaded the Abraham accords which was one of Trump’s proudest foreign policy accomplishments and got several Arab countries to formalize ties with Israel. Apparently, Trump is currently annoyed with Bibi for recognizing Biden as president, however, he also recently told one of his rally audiences that the IDF should “finish off” Gazans. It’s highly likely, that Trump would actively support any action that the Israeli government chooses to take in Gaza or the West Bank if he were re-elected. Believe it or not, Joe Biden does push back quite a bit against Bibi and Trump would not.

The question of whether to support Israel is only really happening within left wing of the Democratic Party. It’s not even a conversion among Republicans. Leftists generally fail to understand or take the right seriously (in my opinion it’s why we lost to the pro life movement) and conservatives support Israel in the war. The only time that Speaker Mike Johnson clapped during Biden’s SoU was when Biden showed support for Israeli hostages. Republican women were wearing blue during the SoU to show support for the hostages too. I’m bringing this up because even if Trump might be mad at Bibi for recognizing Biden, a good portion of his base supports Israel so we are likely to hear more anti-Palestinian rhetoric from him as the general election ramps up. I’m waiting for Trump to start using the American hostages to start criticizing Biden for not getting them back fast enough and I’m surprised he hasn’t yet.

All of this is to say that Trump would be a disaster for Palestinians. By the way, nothing that I’ve just said is some classified secret. I would strongly urge anyone who cares about the Palestinian people to research the Trump administration’s foreign policies and how they impacted Palestinians living in the Levant. I don’t know how you can say you support the safety of Palestinians and their right to self-determination and then allow Donald Trump to get elected.

someone made a good analogy on this whole to vote or not to vote bullshit discourse, and the gist was: legally, if you're in a car accident and there's proof you had the chance to see the other car coming and slow down and you didn't, you're responsible for what happens next. so, if you see the fascists coming, and you refuse to vote against them because of whatever trumped up moral argument you have in your head, you will be responsible for the outcome. you have a responsibility to hit the brakes.

i firmly believe leftists fail when they get to zionism specifically because they cannot recognize christian zionism for what it is. which is everything they claim regular zionism is. christian zionists are only "zionists" because of their fetishized view of jews, racist views on the middle east as a whole, and their obsession with jesus returning. it has nothing to do with actually caring about jews or the modern state of israel. christians want a firm hand in the middle east to be able to control what happens in order to ensure jesus' return. they don't care who lives or who dies, because all that matters is the christian agenda, which ultimately ends in all "sinners" wiped off the earth and the filthy jews finally getting their punishment so the "real chosen people" can have the holy land. republicans don't care about israel because they actually care about israel. it's all a fucking show. but leftists see their support for israel and stop the investigation, and immediately label israel the problem. yes, bibi needs to be replaced (obviously), but christian conservatives will cheer when he gets smited by what they perceive as god all the same bc he's a jew. so while everyone is focusing on israel as a country, christians in the US are steadily taking over america as a whole and doing everything they can to make that return of jesus possible, no matter who has to die. it's all just a big fucking distraction, benefiting a lot of evil people.

[arcticdementor]

Wokeness has not simply taken over the CIA, as the entire foreign policy establishment has moved in the same direction. A particularly sinister aspect of this shift is that we are seeing a merger between a fanatical new faith and long-standing institutions specializing in manipulating populations.

Spreading democracy is an important part of American foreign policy. While it’s fashionable to brush off concerns with democracy as hypocritical or just a cover for power politics (“look at Saudi Arabia!”), I believe that outside of the Middle East, where pretty much everyone is non-democratic, American foreign policy is driven by ideological goals that aren’t reducible to material interests.

In this worldview, all countries called “democracies” have reached the end of history, while all others are candidates for regime change, if not today then when the time is right. When countries fight back against this, it’s considered aggression on their part. Hillary Clinton believes that Putin interfered against her in the 2016 election because she spoke out against his government as Secretary of State. I don’t know if that’s true, but it’s certainly what I would do if I were Putin, and the lady who tried to overthrow me was running for president.

It seems strange that such a concept would drive US foreign policy, given how little Americans themselves agree on what is or isn’t “democratic.” Was Trump casting doubt on the legitimacy of 2020 “undemocratic”? How about when Democrats did the same in 2016? What about gerrymandering? Court packing?

These are silly debates, and I feel sorry for people who have strong opinions on them, which always boil down to “what my side does is democracy, what the other side does isn’t.”

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Nonetheless, the American government clearly has something in mind when it uses the term, and it often relies on non-governmental institutions (NGOs) as supposedly objective sources of information. One of the most important of these is Freedom House, and it is therefore worth looking at the organization in some depth.

According to its financial report, in the fiscal year that ended in 2019, Freedom House raised $48 million. Of that, $45 million, or 94%, came from the American government. Its current President is Morton Abramowitz, a lifelong American diplomat. The Chair of the Board is Michael Chertoff, who was Secretary of Homeland Security under the second Bush.

Looking at the 12 members of the Executive Board, and just going off their bios on the Freedom House website, it appears that 6 have had jobs for the federal government, with at least one other appearing to have worked as a government contractor.

You might think that an organization that is funded almost completely by the American government, and staffed by former American officials, wouldn’t have much credibility as an “independent non-governmental organization.” Yet it is called an NGO, and regularly cited by the press as an objective authority on which government actions are legitimate.

Much of what is called “civil society” functions this way. The American government then uses the work of “independent” organizations to justify its own policies, as you can see by going to the State Department website and searching for “Freedom House.”

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Freedom House has represented the American foreign policy establishment as long as it has existed. According to its own website, the organization at its founding in 1941 had among its leaders Eleanor Roosevelt and Wendell Willkie, the Republican who lost to FDR in 1940. So imagine a “non-governmental organization” today being founded by an alliance of Jill Biden and Donald Trump.

After advocating for American entry into World War II, Freedom House supported the Cold War. Although the website mentions these facts, it tends to downplay or ignore its more recent history, which has involved cheerleading for disastrous wars in the Middle East.

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So it is this organization, run by former American officials and funded by the US government, whose former Chairman was also the director of the CIA and helped lie the country into Iraq, that is the nation’s most important source for deciding who is or isn’t free.

Recently, Freedom House released its annual report on the state of democracy in the world. It would be one thing if the organization simply declared some countries “democracies” and others not. Instead, it gives a number to each country on a scale that goes up to 100, updating the scores on a yearly basis. So in 2020, Ethiopia gets a 24, Switzerland is a 96, and North Korea is a 3. After 20 years of war, the US has managed to get Afghanistan to 27.

Here’s an interactive map where you can find out how well your country is doing.

There’s actually a formula that they use to calculate each score, although it’s not always clear what causes a country to gain or lose points. 40% of the score is determined by how well a country does on “Political Rights,” and 60% on “Civil Rights,” with subsections under each of these headings.

The 2021 report tells us that 2020 saw “the 15th consecutive year of decline in global freedom.” Sounds really bad. But it’s one thing to say, that for example, the US is freer than China, or that the coup in Myanmar was a blow against democracy. It’s quite another to pretend to have a neutral formula that can compare the state of democracy in say Hungary versus France, the US versus Canada, or Syria versus Cuba. But that’s what Freedom House gets tens of millions of dollars a year from the American government to do.

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In Europe, Freedom House tells us that “Hungary has undergone the biggest decline ever measured in Nations in Transit, plummeting through two categorical boundaries to become a Transitional/Hybrid Regime last year. Poland is still categorized as a Semiconsolidated Democracy.”

That’s a nice coincidence, how the two European countries that have moved in the most conservative policy direction are the ones also becoming more “authoritarian.” Looking in more detail, it appears that Freedom House classifies conservative countries as authoritarian in two ways

1) Portraying things that would otherwise be considered normal politics as “authoritarian”, while ignoring things that are similar or worse when done by non-right wing governments; and

2) Just directly penalizing countries for conservative policies.

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This map gives the game away.

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The connection between how many genders a government acknowledges and its level of democracy is never explained. The report also mentions the Polish government’s opposition to abortion and Slovenia reducing funding for its public broadcaster.

Many conservatives in the United States criticize the media and would like to ban abortion, cut funding for NPR, and not have schools teach that gender is a social construct. They may be surprised to learn that they are engaging in “anti-democratic” activities.

To show the kind of hackery at work, here’s the report on Poland for 2020. We are told that the Archbishop of Kraków describes “LGBT as a ‘rainbow plague’ bearing similarities to communism.” So apparently countries are judged based on the wokeness of their clergy, so Poland loses a point in part for that, and appears to get another point deducted for some combination of the government’s positions on birth control, abortion, and gay adoption.

You can really tell that American conservatives annoy Freedom House analysts more than any other people in the world. In the US, not only are conservatives’ views on abortion and gay marriage undemocratic, but so are their positions on organized labor, with Freedom House mentioning a Supreme Court ruling that government employees could not be forced against their will to contribute to public sector unions.

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Not only does Freedom House portray the behavior of conservative governments in an unflattering light, but it looks past what are much clearer violations of individual liberty and democratic norms when they are committed in the service of left-wing social or political goals.

Sweden, for example, is one of only three countries to receive a perfect score of 100. This is despite having hate speech laws, which have in the past been used to arrest Christian preachers for their interpretation of the Bible. Norway, another “perfect democracy,” in 2020 expanded its hate speech laws to cover gender identity, with punishments of up to three years in prison for violators.

“Whether a country arrests people for speech” seems like it could be a clear criterion an organization interested in democracy can use, but Freedom House prefers a vague points system that allows it to penalize countries for everything it doesn’t like.*

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As seen above, Freedom House doesn’t mind criticizing the United States; the country after all only gets an 83, making it a not very good democracy. Yet it’s notable what the US doesn’t lose points for: NSA spying programs, and the prosecution of journalists who have brought them to light. Julian Assange is, in the words of Glenn Greenwald, “responsible for breaking more major stories about the actions of top US officials than virtually all US journalists employed in the corporate press combined,” and he’s now facing life in prison. Yet Assange goes unmentioned in the 2020 report, along with Edward Snowden.

On the question “Are there free and independent media?” the US only gets a 3 out of 4, because “Fox News in particular grew unusually close to the Trump administration” and “Trump was harshly critical of the mainstream media throughout his presidency, routinely using inflammatory language to accuse them of bias and mendacity.” The US gets 4/4 on the question “Are individuals free to express their personal views on political or other sensitive topics without fear of surveillance or retribution?” Surveillance programs are mentioned, but here no points are deducted (the US also gets 4/4 on academic freedom).

It’s a strange algorithm that deducts points for criticizing journalists, but not for putting them in jail. It’s the algorithm you’d expect, however, from an organization run by former American government officials.

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If the US government and the NGOs it relies on define conservatism as undemocratic, we will in the coming years find ourselves having hostile relations with nations that do not threaten American interests and whose only crime is offending the sensibilities of a liberal elite that holds positions that are far from universally accepted within the United States itself.

The potential implications for liberty at home are no less catastrophic. If conservatives are not only wrong, but “undemocratic,” it becomes easier for the other side to justify attempts to silence dissent and take extreme steps to prevent them from coming to power.

The media, when it advocates censorship or government suppression of its enemies, never says that it’s going about silencing dissenting views. Rather, the propaganda it uses involves classifying what the target is saying as “hate,” “disinformation,” or “foreign propaganda” to delegitimize the speech as unworthy of either First Amendment protection or respect from non-government institutions.

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It’s fine to disagree with many aspects of American conservatism, as I certainly do. And it wouldn’t be correct to say that there is no objective measure of democracy one can use; certainly, some countries pick their leaders through fair elections, and others don’t. But democracy is supposed to involve a respect for various segments of society, and a consideration of their views. A definition of the concept that delegitimizes what large swaths of the population believe about economic and social issues, while overlooking the prosecution of journalists disfavored by American foreign policy elites, is little more than a tool of propaganda and potentially oppression.

Luckily, it’s easier to know what to do about Woke Imperialism than Woke Capital, or Woke Institutions more generally. The national security establishment does not survive by its ability to bring in voluntary donations or make money through selling products and services people want. Freedom House, like many other similar institutions, is almost exclusively dependent on the American taxpayer, despite the NGO label.

Given how much contempt the organization clearly has for a large portion of the public, and the threat to political liberty that can result from identifying democracy with one side of the political spectrum, there is no reason for that support to continue. While cutting it off would certainly be seen as “undemocratic” by Freedom House, it would remain at liberty to continue writing reports at its own expense.

[folklohre-a]

anna hellevik    +    timeline  /  recap of series one of lykkeland.

stavanger is in crisis,   with its fishing industry slowing down and the oil adventure coming to a halt before it’s even begun as international companies begin to pull out.      anna,   an ambitious young woman,   finds herself in the center of it all.

i.   TREASURE HUNT.      summer 1969.

jonathan kay,   a lawyer for phillips petroleum,   is sent to stavanger to sublet their rig,   ocean viking,   to another company or facilitate a withdrawal deal.      anna hellevik,   a farmer’s daughter from dirdal,   celebrates her engagement to high school sweetheart christian nyman,   the heir to the nyman fishing and shipping company,   who due to his occupation as a diver on the ocean viking platform is offshore for long periods of time.      anna lands a job as politician arne rettedal’s secretary and transcribes his meetings with phillips petroleum’s ed young and jonathan kay.      after phillips decides to drill its final block on the ocean viking rather than pull out,   christian gets into a car accident with marius torstensen,   who sustains injuries he later dies of.      christian lies to the police and claims he was sober,   thus keeping the accident off his record.      soon after,   marius’ pregnant daughter toril is forced to marry a local man who has agreed to raise her illegitimate child as his own. 

ii.   SMOKING BAN.      late 1969.

anna’s parents,   hardon and oddfrid,   wonder if christian and anna are a good match,   claiming they’re too different,   and oddfrid isn’t sure she really loves him.      rein,   anna’s older brother,   is out of work and hopes to get a job on an oil platform.      meanwhile,   christian is offshore when Phillips Petroleum believe they’ve found oil on the 2/4 block.      in a meeting with rettedal,   ed and jonathan pretend they haven’t found anything of significance,   and name the block ekofisk.      christmas is just around the corner,   but nyman’s shipping company has to lay off several of its employees,   and christian’s father fredrik cuts his own salary by 20% to help the company,   which catapults his wife ingrid into a valium induced depressive episode.      when christian is flown back to shore in order to help his mother,   he tells anna that they’ve imposed a smoking ban on the platform.      smart enough to know that this means they must have found something,   anna shares this knowledge with rettedal and tries to convince her future father-in-law to enter the oil industry,   but her attempt is interrupted by toril,   marius’ daughter,   going into labour.      after the last day of work before christmas,   jonathan invites anna to the movies.      she declines,   explaining she has to get back to the family farm,   and he walks her to her bus.      on december 23rd 1969,   phillips petroleum finally finds oil on the ocean viking platform,   with claims it’s the largest underwater oil reservoir ever found.

iii.   THE SUMMER HOUSE.      spring 1970.

anna is in the midst of wedding planning with ingrid and fredrik at garnodden,   the family summer house,   but christian himself is a no-show.      fredrik is in need of a translator at a meeting with a possible buyer in england and asks anna to accompany him.      christian holds a party at his new apartment,   a purchase he has kept secret from both his parents and anna,   and invites friends and coworkers from the platform,   including jonathan.      while at the party,   christian and anna get into an argument about the family’s financial problems and their different priorities.      after christian storms off,   a conversation with jonathan makes anna realise that selling garnodden to phillips petroleum would help the nyman family from going into financial ruin.      the next day,   fredrik’s meeting in england is unsuccessful,   but after anna recommends turning their old trawling ships into supply ships for oil companies,   fredrik returns to stavanger with a new sense of hope.      when anna later tells fredrik that she took jonathan to garnodden so he could survey the plot,   he’s disappointed in her,   but after yet another unsuccessful meeting with the bank,   he decides to follow her advice and sells garnodden to jonathan and phillips petroleum,   against his wife and son’s wishes.

iv.   SIXTY NINE METRES DOWN.      spring / summer 1970.

anna’s role in the sale of garnodden has led to a falling out with both christian and his mother.      she hasn’t spoken to either of them in weeks,    but after running into fredrik while working for rettedal at the golf club,   he forces his son to apologise to her.      despite their bickering,   they make up.      the following week christian is involved in a traumatizing accident on ocean viking in which damon,   a close friend and colleague,   dies.

v.   DIRDAL VALLEY.      early 1971.

when phillips petroleum is looking to build a dry dock for the construction of the ekofisk tank,   jonathan notices anna’s family farm in dirdal on one of the possible building plans.      the land owners are to be given offers by norwegian contractors’ gunnar sandvik later the same day,   so jonathan drives anna to her family farm so she can convince her father to take the offer.      by the time they get there,   hardon has already refused the offer,   but after anna lies to her family about the other landowners accepting the offer,   her father changes his mind and accepts the offer.      after the meeting,   anna and gunnar meet for celebratory drinks at esso motor hotel,   where a moment between anna and jonathan is interrupted by toril,   who now works as a waitress at the hotel.      anna spends more time with jonathan,   while christian decides to start a diving company of his own with martin, a friend and fellow ocean viking diver.      meanwhile,   the stavanger city council has decided that the dry dock will be built in jåttåvågen rather than dirdal,   and anna’s actions has alienated her family from the rest of the village.

vi.   HOPE AND FRAUD.      march 1971.

while he struggles with financing his diving company c - max,   christian and anna continue getting into arguments over the smallest things.      fredrik sells his canning company to hastings,   the english company who turned him down the year prior,   in order to help christian with his company,   but lies about the production rate.      anna accompanies rettedal in a meeting with arve johnsen,   a labour party politician working on establishing a state owned oil company.      back at the office,   anna’s female colleagues think she’s beginning to sound like a politician,   and jonathan invites her on a road trip the following day.      christian offers rein a job with c - max,   but when anna returns to the family farm to share the good news,   she’s faced with the harsh realities her family is facing in dirdal.      rein turns down dhristian’s offer,   having been approached by phillips petroleum for a job at the platform.      hardon insists anna and christian’s wedding should be held at the family farm,   and won’t give her a suitable date for the ceremony.      anna then decides to join jonathan on his road trip around stavanger,   opening up to him about her struggles of feeling indebted to the nyman family.      back at the nyman house,   ingrid informs the family that hardon has finally agreed to hold the wedding at the atlantic hotel in stavanger in late june 1972.      when the father of toril’s son shows up to talk to toril,    christian reacts with jealousy and anna decides to spend the night at the family farm.      things have begun to settle in dirdal,   and the hellevik family is slowly but surely being included in the village again.      being at the family farm makes it clear that deep down anna is unsure about her engagement.

vii.   PARTY AT ESSO MOTOR HOTEL.      december 1971.

the norwegian state is considering moving the oil operation to bergen,   so rettedal asks anna to help him convince the state’s industry committee to choose stavanger as the oil capital of norway.      after taking the committee on a tour of the ekofisk tank,   jonathan invites anna on yet another road trip the very same night,   but she’s busy with work as rettedal is hosting a dinner for the committee.      when arve johnsen tells rettedal it’s unlikely the committee will vote for stavanger because it’s such a conservative and religious town,   anna is given the responsibility to organise a party at esso motor hotel to show the delegates that stavanger can be fun.      after the party,   jonathan tells anna he likes her and they spend the night together.      they sleep together again the following day,   but anna is conflicted.      after having dinner with rettedal at esso motor hotel,    anna goes home to christian to break off their engagement,   but finds herself unable to.      she calls jonathan,   who expects to hear good news,   but instead tells him she doesn’t know how christian would cope if she left him.      she tries writing a letter to end the engagement,   but can’t find the right words and instead goes back to christian,   ending her relationship with jonathan before it’s even begun.

viii.   THE OIL CAPITAL.      spring / summer 1972.

anna and christian’s wedding is only a few months away,   and planning is in full swing but at the wedding tasting,   anna finds herself arguing with fredrik over their differing political views, and her distaste for the family’s view on wealth only grows.   the next day,   jonathan and ed young have a meeting with rettedal which anna transcribes.      after the meeting,   jonathan,   who still has feelings for anna,   asks her to go for a drive but she refuses.      she rushes home to christian,   but is left annoyed at his drinking habits.      jonathan flies back to bartlesville.      meanwhile,   on june 14th,   the parliament votes on the establishment of a state owned oil company and the location of norway’s oil capital.      stavanger wins and is officially made the oil capital,   and the parliament votes to establish a state owned oil company,   which later becomes statoil.      jonathan is offered a senior position at the phillips headquarters in bartlesville.      later the same day,   anna and christian’s parents are finalizing seating arrangements for the wedding reception when anna finally breaks down.      a conversation with fredrik leads her to finally admit she doesn’t love christian anymore,   and she ends the engagement.      she then applies for a bachelor in economics at nhh in bergen.      in august,   jonathan turns down the senior position in bartlesville and returns to stavanger,   finding anna just as she’s about to move to bergen.      the two reunite and decide to enter a long distance relationship while she studies.

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The Return- Part 2

Okay y'all so here is part 2 of the Return Series. In this one I decided to give you guys a little of what is going through Bjorn’s head upon meeting (y/n) for the first time in 6 years. And a little side of him that we don't really get to see very often. Ivar s introduced, but nothing really happens yet. Hope you guys like itttt :) Lemme know if y'all wanna be tagged too:)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 part 8 part 9 Part 10 

Taglist : @yanii-the-hippie @oceans-daughter-3 @peaceisadirtyword @laketaj24

Disclaimer: My sucky ass writing; and thank God for my mutuals without y'all Id be going nuts right now. Especially @yanii-the-hippie :)

Bjorn POV

I can't find the words to describe how I'm feeling in this moment. My sister who I've thought was dead for the last 6 years is actually alive... Looking at her stunned face that most probably mirrors mine, I can’t help, but be a pile of different emotions that I cant grasp onto, all except one. 

Disappointment in myself. Not only because I wasn't there for her when she needed me, but because I missed all the signs of whatever she had been going through. For years I’ve thought about what it would be like to see her again and asked myself what if she had never left? What could have become of us and our family? What could I have done differently...

 I reach down to help her up and all I can do is look into her eyes, looking for some sign that this is just Loki playing around with me. “(Y/N), It really is you.” In a matter of milliseconds, I pull her towards my chest and hug her as if she would disappear again if I let go. “I’ve missed you so much... My whole world came crashing down when you left. It was like losing apart of myself all over again. Just like when Gyda died.” I managed to murmur against her ear through the tears that were threatening to spill.

A muffled I’m sorry comes out from her lips. Thats when I realize that we’re both crying in the middle of the street and people are starting to form a crowd around us. “Let’s go to my cabin, you have a lot of explaining to do (y/n) Lothbrok.” Grasping both (y/n) and her friends hands, I push past the people in the marketplace making my way through the crowds gathering for the feast later tonight. “You know sister, you’ve always had impeccable timing for things. However, coming back from the dead 6 years after we had all thought you were gone, is some next level shit.” (I’ve never been a person to take things really seriously, so I always find myself trying make a joke of things as my coping mechanism. Sometimes I’ll just say things in the worst moments because I cant handle it. This would certainly be one of those times.) 

“To be honest with you Bjorn, Im not sure if I did the right thing by coming back...” (Y/N) whispers as we reach the cabin steps. At that moment something came over me and I snapped. But before I got the chance to yell at her, I pushed them both inside and shut the door behind me. With my head against the door and my back turned to them both I couldn't contain my anger any longer. “Why would you say that (Y/N), don't you know the hurt and anger that not only mother and father suffered, but that I did too when you left!” “You didn't have to leave! You had me! Im your brother, for Odin’s sake. My job was to protect you!” at this point I could careless if she saw me cry. Too much had happened in my life, and with (y/n) I could always be myself and let go. Sure I tortured her when we were little, but at the end of the day she's still the only sister I have left, and most of all my rock. 

“Bjorn, I never meant to hurt any of you. But, I was in danger. And before you interrupt me and say that you could've protected me. You couldn't have. This was bigger than you and father.” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my torso. Once we both calm down and I properly introduce myself to her friend Mira, (y/n) holds my head in both hands and looks into my eyes. “I came to find answers brother, and I promise you that this time no one will separate us or our family. In that, you have my word.” 

“Now let me tell you what truly happened that night 6 years ago...”

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Your POV

After telling Bjorn all that occurred that night and seeing him breakdown in front of me multiple times, I knew that whatever this secret was, it wasn't hurting only me, but those I cared about the most. Bjorn had told me that things had changed drastically after I left. Especially with mother and father. Our once happy family that lived on that beautiful farm, was now separated. I had to figure things out, not only will I stay to find the truth about what happened that night, but I will get my family back together.

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As the sun went down, the laughter and joyous screams of the people got louder. Through the windows in my brothers cabin I could see a crowd gathering outside the great hall. From what Bjorn told me, father was king of Kattegat and he had been even before I was born, making me a princess here too. I told Bjorn where I had gone to, and how I stayed with Uncle Rollo for the last couple of years. In Frankia, I’m a princess because Uncle Rollo deemed it so. He and Gisela have yet to produce an heir, so my uncle decided to name me as his heir till he was able to produce one, which then in turn I will hand over my title, but still keep some of the land. 

“The feast is just about to start and as prince and hopefully next in line to the throne, I have to make an appearance.” Bjorn says as he sits down by the table drinking some ale. “Bjorn, you're the only male heir to our family, of course you’ll be next in line.” I say as I chug back some of it back. “Well (y/n), you see...” Before he could finish his sentence the sound of a horn caught our attention. “What’s the horn for?” Mira asks from where she sits next to the fireplace. “Its to let the people of Kattegat know that tonight we feast and tomorrow were off to raid.” Bjorn says while getting up from his seat. “Its also an indication that we all need to be there. Now.” 

“Bjorn, Im not even properly dressed for a feast for God’s sake.” I tell him frantically, but in reality I just don't feel like I can face my father after all this time. “(Y/n), I’m your brother. I know that you're just scared, of what will happen. But you're here to find the truth, and I will help you every step of the way, but you have to find the courage to face this. Okay?” Bjorn says while grasping both of my hands in his. “That still doesn't solve the issue that we both don't have anything to wear for the feast. My lord.” Mira murmurs from beside me. “Mira, Bjorn is fine, Im not really into formalities. And as for the dresses here I have some. Don't ask I’ll explain later.”

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“Now Bjorn, Im not gonna ask you now why you have these dresses laying around in your home, but I will later.” I say as we make our way through the crowds and into a small space in the corner of the great hall. “You know sister, one thing I haven't missed about you is your sassiness and how annoying you could be.” Bjorn says as I roll my eyes at him. “You're just mad you're little friend Mira couldn't be here, cuz she said they were ‘too revealing’, whatever that means.” Its true, Mira had felt uncomfortable to be surrounded by men whilst wearing that thin piece of cloth that is considered a dress here. Christians are more conservative, I on the other hand don't mind wearing the dresses as I grew up around the culture here so to me they don't seem too revealing. 

“You cant blame the girl, she's Christian.” I whisper back to him. “So are you and you don't have a problem.” “Because brother, Im a viking too.” at that Bjorn scoffs. Before Im able to say something to him a loud echo can be heard in the great hall. Bjorn moves us a little closer so we are able to see what's happening, but without being noticed. Through the doors  appear 4 young men. You can tell that these men must be of some importance as the room goes silent. In turn a lady with kohl around her eyes comes next and sits on the one of the chairs in the middle. The people in the hall resume their drinking and games. It is then when I notice my dear brother walking away from me and towards the 4 young men. “Bjorn, what are you doing, you idiot!” I say to him whilst trying to get to where he is.

“Its okay, just come here. I have some people you should meet.” he says all but too casually. “Bjorn, no. You know what Im leaving.” As I turn to leave Bjorn’s hand shoot out to grasp onto mine and pull me towards the table with the young men. “Well if it isn't Bjorn Ironside. To what do we owe this unpleasant surprise.” the young and dark haired one says. “Its really unpleasant to see you too Ivar.” In this moment I notice a darkness wash over this mans face, expecting him to stand up and throw something I take a step back and thats when I noticed the metal that has his leg. This man is a cripple. But, something tells me that he is someone to look out for. Whether it be out of fear or intrigue I do not know. 

“Now, now Ivar calm yourself. Bjorn obviously has some company and it would be rude to not introduce ourselves.” This one seems to be very confident in himself. If it weren't for the chicken in his hand I might've actually thought that he was cute. “Im Hvitserk, pleasure to meet you....” “(y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” 

“I never pegged you for one to like Christian girls Bjorn?” says Hvitserk. “ Hn... whatever.” As Bjorn continues his conversation with Hvitserk, I introduce myself to Ubbe, who looks really similar to Bjorn in some ways. And Sigurd, he seems shy. As soon as he said hello, just as quick he got up and left. I guess he's not one to party. As I find myself in conversation with Ubbe, I cant seem to shake the feeling that Im being stared at. And Im right, Ivar who seems to be the youngest of them all, keeps staring at me. Theres no emotion in his face, so it feels as if he is studying my every move. “So, Bjorn how was the Mediterranean?” the woman to the right of Ubbe says. “It was fine. No need to pretend you actually care.” Bjorn says whilst glaring holes through her. 

“Bjorn!! Don't be rude, she's just asking you a question.” I say glaring back at him. “If you knew who she was, you wouldn't be so quick to defend her (y/n).” And with that Bjorn gets up and just as Im about to take a bite from the freshly baked bread he grabs my arm and rushes me across the room. In the midst of telling Bjorn off for his rude behaviour. The room goes quiet. We both turn to see what the cause of the stillness was. And there he was. My father, Ragnar Lothbrok, entering the room with what seemed to be two friends or allies of his. I turn my gaze to the ground as to not make eye contact. But as God would have it, the first person he sees would be my brother. 

“Well, it seems my son has returned.” at that the room bursts with loud chanting appreciating that Bjorn has come home safe. “And with whom might I ask.” In that moment I felt as if I could not breathe, and I couldn't haven't been more grateful to the fact that my brother was with me. Bjorn leaned down and whispered. “All will be alright, Im here for you. I always have been and I always will be. No matter what.” 

In that moment, staring into the reassuring eyes of my brother. I turn to face the man who had been my strength and biggest support throughout my life. The jug of ale in my fathers hand drops. At that, the room stills. And it feels as if all eyes are now on us. His name comes out from my lips in a barely audible tone. “Papa...” at that the tears we were both holding fall down our faces. My father rushes from the other side of the room to where I’m standing and embraces me. “How is this possible, you were taken from me. I thought I lost you like I did your sister.” My father pulls back from the embrace to study my face just like Bjorn had. “Bjorn, tell me this isn't a dream, that she's really come back to us.” “ it's not a dream father, she's really back.” 

My father wipes my tears away and pulls me to the centre of the room. “People of Kattegat, 6 years ago, I lost my youngest child. But, now by the grace of Odin and Freyja, she has been brought back to me. Tonight we not only celebrate the start of Spring and our raids. But, the fact that my children have been brought back to me safe! Skal!” at that everyone’s horns are raised. 

In this moment my eyes lock with Ivar’s and in that instant I knew that the road ahead would be long. It would hold many obstacles, but somehow I had a feeling he would make them go away....

[xxladylovexx]

What cheeses me off is, if you want to be free, if you want to live “off grid” without government, if you want to grow your own food and barter hens and nanny goats for potatoes and butter, go do it. What’s stopping you? It’s a big world and easy to get lost in. Sure, there’s never any guarantee that you’ll be safe from the long arm of the state—Randy Weaver found that out the hard way when he and his wife made the logical decision to drop out of society rather than try to change it to suit their beliefs—but still, living off grid (which I’ve done several times in my life) is way easier than getting 300 million people to agree in unison, “We’re going to dismantle government and live as medieval farmers and tradesmen.”

The anti-government ideologues act like they can’t go and “be free” until they’ve persuaded the rest of us to follow suit. Essentially, they’ve made their freedom quest dependent upon me coming along for the ride, even though it’s a trip they could easily take solo.

And that, right there, is why trannies annoy the hell out of me. A tranny is someone who claims, “I was ‘assigned’ the wrong gender at birth, and I need to be the real me.” Okay, fine. Go be whatever the hell you want to be! Go be a chick with a dick, or a man with a cooter. It’s absolutely none of my business how any adult decides to express him/her/itself sexually. But the thing is, these days trannies are not content to just go be trannies; they insist that we become accomplices to their fantasy. We have to pretend to see what they see. We have to use pronouns that we know are misapplied. We have to allow dudes with dirlywangers to shower, change, and go to the bathroom alongside our daughters. We have to foot the bill for sex change surgeries. To even suggest that sex change operations are elective and not a “medical necessity” is to challenge the tranny illusion. This is at the heart of the controversy surrounding President Trump’s announcement that trans folk will no longer be allowed to serve in the military. Trannies, their leftist allies, and “moderate Republicans” think soldiers are as entitled to state-funded sex change operations as they are to first aid on the battlefront.

In Sweden, the trans lobby has been able to bully the medical establishment into changing the official term for sex change (or sex reassignment) surgery. The new authorized term is “könskorrigering”—“gender correction.” A perfectly healthy organ (a penis) is now seen as a congenital defect to be surgically lopped off, no different from when doctors are forced to remove the left atrial appendage to save the life of someone with a congenital heart defect.

“Sorry, but you can’t make your mental health dependent on everyone else seeing you as you see yourself.”

Tranny-mania is an assault on language, common sense, and science. It’s also an assault on the very concept of aesthetics, and the right of every human being to have sexual preferences (an irony, considering that queer activism used to be all about championing the individual’s right to sexual preferences). Straight men are now told that it’s “transphobic” to prefer their women penis-free. The tranny argument is “If I think I’m a woman, you need to see me as one, even if I have a wiener.” Straight men are no longer allowed to find penises sexually unattractive, because trans activism is about changing human nature itself. It’s nothing more than the newest iteration of the New Soviet Man, that 20th-century fallacy in which communist ideologues claimed that with enough reeducation and coercion, mankind could overcome every natural instinct the state considered counterrevolutionary. Well, New Soviet Man is back, now wearing a skirt and fighting for trans acceptance rather than an end to self-interest and private property.

I have absolutely nothing against trannies. Honestly, there’s no “phobia” here. What I don’t like is the compulsion, the insistence that I play along. With the gay marriage issue, wherever you stand on it, the fact is it really doesn’t affect non-gays. Oh sure, Christian conservatives and “traditionalists” will make the “slippery slope” argument (“If you allow gays to wed, it might not impact your life immediately, but over time it will erode the moral fabric of our nation and one day a satanist cannibal will eat your sister”), and there have indeed been individual cases of compulsion involving wedding cakes, but still, it’s just a fact: Two men in Miami tying the knot has absolutely zero bearing on my life or yours. What’s odious about the tranny agenda is that it’s all about affecting non-trannies—you, me, your neighbor, your child, your unborn child, hell, even your pets. The tranny agenda is nothing but intrusiveness.

Why do trans folk so obsessively insist that the rest of us have to feed their fantasy? Recently, the LGBT community successfully lobbied the American Psychiatric Association into changing how it refers to trans folk in its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Previously, trannies were said to have gender identity disorder. In 2012, “disorder” was dropped in favor of “dysphoria.” This is not a small difference. Gender identity disorder made clear that trans people have a condition. Gender dysphoria (GD) merely indicates that they suffer discontent. The change was primarily made in order to separate trannies from people with body dysmorphic disorder (BDD). People with BDD see themselves as fat even though they’re skinny, or they see their face as hideous when in fact it’s fine. They may see a particular limb, like an arm or a hand, as disfigured or “alien,” and they’ll either hide the limb or try to remove it.

Regarding the latter, medical science considers it unethical to assist in the removal of a healthy limb or organ if the patient has BDD. By removing the “disorder” from transgenderism, by defining it by the symptom (dysphoria) rather than the cause (a disorder), the APA has essentially decided to normalize a mental illness via creative wordplay (people with BDD experience dysphoria as well, but that doesn’t change the fact that they also have a disorder). In attempting to explain the difference between body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria, trans activist Austen Hartke states, “Body dysmorphia causes someone to believe their body is a certain way, while gender dysphoria is a sense that the body should be a different way.” But that’s simply not true. People with BDD also believe that their body should be a different way (skinnier, for example, or minus an offending hand or arm). At the core, people with BDD and GD are in the same boat: They view themselves in a way the rest of us don’t (a skinny person saying, “I’m so fat,” a man saying, “I’m a woman”).

To be clear, if BDD and GD are both disorders (an opinion still held by many experts in the fields of science and pediatrics), BDD is much more severe than GD. Starving yourself to death because you think you’re too fat is much worse than wanting to live like a member of the opposite sex. But having the freedom to live like the opposite sex is never enough; trannies continue to suffer from dysphoria because, subconsciously, they know they aren’t the thing they’re trying to be, and they know that the rest of us see that. Hypnotherapy is often used to treat people with body dysmorphic disorder. And whether they admit it or not, people with gender dysphoria are essentially forcing us to use hypnotherapy on them. We, the non-trannies, are expected to reinforce their false reality by soothing them with a steady stream of positive reinforcement. We’re expected to shower them with false pronouns, undress next to them and pretend that we don’t see genitalia that obviously belongs in the other locker room, and rewrite science books because the old ones hurt their feelings. Trannies want to turn the entire world into one huge hypnotherapy session for their benefit, a world in which we’re reluctantly cast as the therapists.

[xparrot]

today in fanning

(crossposted from dreamwidth)

So we recently watched the FOX show Lucifer. And now I want there to be more of a fandom for it, because it tickles me in just that fannish way. In some ways it's a hard sell because it's not exactly a good show; it's tropey and cliche and even at its best, it's a cautiously shallow dive into some deep waters. Though based on the Lucifer of Gaiman's The Sandman and other DC comics, those horror/philosophy stories are a very loose antecedent; the show is a lightweight police procedural -- albeit with supernatural elements, but those arcs are usually the B-plot to the murder of the week. It follows that established genre of the main het pair of a by-the-books (usually female) cop teamed up with a wacky (usually male) "civilian consultant" with a mysteriously vital skillset, and plays it straight, UST and all. The civilian consultant in this case is the fallen angel Lucifer, recently retired from Hell and looking for entertainment and purpose on Earth by helping solve crimes. He owns a night club and goes to therapy (one of my favorite parts of the show, poor Dr. Linda) and hides his divine nature under the most impenetrable cover, which is that he tells anyone who asks that his legal name is Lucifer Morningstar, you know, Satan, and the reason that identity only goes back five years is because that's when he came up from Hell, which he used to rule, because he is in fact the Devil, and also he would appreciate it if people would stop blaming him for all their sins. And yes, those scars on his back are from when he cut off his wings. And no, he is not a method actor. Really. The procedural cases are run of the mill and the angelic mythology isn't anything too original -- but it's developed nicely, and the cast is beautiful and has fabulous chemistry. It's one of those shows that just feels like everyone has fun making it together. I don't have any OTPs in particular, but most combos of the characters are entertaining. I lowkey ship pretty much any relationship that isn't blood-family (and those platonic relationships I naturally adore). And Lucifer himself is pure fannish catnip for a certain type of fan, that is, if you have a thing for the devil-may-care lunatics and wildly inappropriate hedonists with darker backstories who secretly care more deeply than they ever should, and are slowly realizing they want and want to be more, and occasionally shatter into a glorious mess of angst...yeah, he pushes my buttons hard. The star Tom Ellis does a great job with the part; he deftly walks the line between obnoxious and charming, projecting confidence, glee, and menace without losing comedic lightness. He is supposed to be supernaturally attractive and he sells it well -- he's not the hottest guy on TV (which isn't to say he's any trouble to look at, and the directors -- many women among them -- know how to shoot those dark eyes and fitted suits to excellent advantage) but he carries himself like he knows he's irresistible, which is what counts. And he is so very good at maniacally smirking at people like he's about three seconds away from either going down on them or going for their throat. He's also great at being completely emotionally devastated. I can point to the exact scene I really fell for the character and with him the show; it's partway through second season and I would be embarrassed by how cliche a fangirl I am, except that unabashed fanning like this is really just fun. The Lucifer show is such a marvelously old-school fan experience for me, a so-so but cute show with a fun cast and a few shining moments of fannish delight. (It's old-school in less fortunate ways as well -- especially first season is problematic, with obvious and oblivious racism, sexism, consent issues, etc. That improves, but other issues remain. Throughout the show it all but ignores other faiths -- like Supernatural, it's not exactly Christian in that Christianity or Christ is never name-checked; but Christian mythology is all that's explored (I actually prefer no mention to badly handled dismissal or appropriation, but ymmv.) Like most procedurals, it tends to tilt more conservative than I'm really comfortable with, in the politics of crime and also socially -- like, Lucifer is canonically bi/pansexual, but we see him with way more women than men, while the demoness Mazikeen we also see being sexy with more women than men.) The first season is on the slow side -- actually it feels bizarrely old-fashioned; without contextual clues I swear I'd have mistaken it for late-90s TV, down to how it's shot. The second season is when the show hits its stride -- not only does it have a stronger story arc, but it expands the cast (including adding the gorgeous and hilarious Tricia Helfer; with her and another, the main cast is more female than male) and develops all the character relationships, mixing and matching in unexpected ways and giving everyone a chance to shine, such that a lot of chars who start out annoying end up becoming awesome. Maze especially is by-the-numbers seductive torturer in season 1; in season 2 she starts making friends and the actress gets a chance to show her range, particularly her comic side. Also Dan, who starts out as the stereotypical 'douchey cop still hung up on his ex-wife' but moves into a more solid supportive friendship with Chloe (exes who have genuinely moved on romantically but are still friends/family is so one of my kinks) -- and also ends up in ridiculous situations with Lucifer, which I suspect is because the actors play off each other so well they started writing to it. The third season (which the show is finishing up now) has been extremely erratic; the plot arc isn't as directed as 2nd season's, and the characters are regressed somewhat. But it's had some good stuff, too, enough that I'm hoping it gets renewed. And meanwhile I'm looking for fic, which is pretty slim pickings -- it's a mid-sized fandom, but the focus is nearly all on the main het pairing of Lucifer and his detective partner Chloe, and while I don't mind the ship, it's one of the less interesting aspects of the show to me. As is my wont, I mostly want gen team-Lucifer stories. (That or Lucifer/Dan stories, because it would be too funny. There needs to be an episode that Lucifer and Dan wake up naked in bed and handcuffed together and have to solve a murder together by figuring out what happened to them, which might be easier if Lucifer would stop suggesting that they should have sex (again?) to see if it sparks any memories...)

[trumpetnista]

CMW2/Trumpetnista: Shattering Expectations (158/?)

Summary from FFN: "Ideally, a Presidency lasts 8 years. Ideally, a marriage lasts 50. 8 years of a job, even the highest job in the Land is not worth 42 years of misery...";"What kind of coward was I to marry her and not wait for you to show up...why didn't I meet you sooner..."These two lines will be at the core of my latest AU Olitz fic;Rated for language and spice;7th in my 2013 SSS Project

Teaser from Chapter 158: Her phone rang and she immediately answered, the call coming right on time.

"Hello, Mr. President."

"Okay, you don't sound worried or angry so it can't be too bad...is Gerry okay?"

"Gerry's just fine, love. He was just being a good best friend with some punching involved. He'll give you all the gory details later. He wants to be a man about it, apparently."

"I see...who'd he punch?"

"Todd Allen."

"...did he put his weight behind it?"

"Fitz!"

"Well, did he?"

"He did. "

"That's my boy."

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III..."

"Don't you legal and Christian name me, lady! The Allens are a couple of racist, obnoxious idiots. The apple didn't fall far from the tree."

"No, it didn't...shall we let our warrior pick dinner tonight?"

"Sure. Get him some ice cream, too."

"Will do. How was your morning briefing?"

"It was actually pretty exciting..."

Disclaimer for the full story: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

@douxbebearchives

The End of an Era pt. 3

5 Weeks Later...

"...if I had known that your vouching for me would force me back on the road again..."

"Oh, stop it. You know you love being on The Trail. Besides, you're telecommuting most of the time, anyway. You'll be back here by Monday."

"Still..."

"Do you want Frankie and Susan to change their minds about keeping you around?"

"Hell, no!"

"That's what I thought. How's it going out there, really?"

"Damned good. People are really turning out for this one, already and Susan's appearance on Kimmel really gave things a boost with Millennials. Frankie's going to be meeting with a DACA recipient and we've all been invited over for dinner and dancing afterwards."

"Make sure you bring some Tums with you, gringo."

"Oh, you've got jokes...what are you up to?"

"More packing and Fitz asked me to help him choose who gets to paint our Portraits."

"...it's really coming down to the wire, isn't it?"

"You know how Term limits work, Cy. 8 years means just that and even if it didn't? It's time to pass the Torch."

"I just hope Frankie and Susan don't get it stolen from them. They're gonna do everything they can to Elect that asshole..."

Olivia shook her head at the likely scenario but held her tongue. Of all the people, a con-man disguised as a respectable businessman had decided to toss his Hat into the Race. Not only that, he had quickly become the only viable candidate against Frankie and Susan. It wasn't really a shock. His appeal to the lowest common denominators made for excellent joke fuel but the jokes would grind to a screeching halt if he actually managed to win. Although they had taken many hits over the years, the Good Ol' Boys were still around in DC and they were feeling scared. They were rich men with more money than sense and no melanin amongst them unless they were tokens or leeches. The "candidate" was promising a return to traditional values and to "make America Great again" ala Ronald Reagan.

Reagan hadn't made America great again. He had tanked the economy for the sake of the rich.

Plus, America had never been truly Great to begin with.

Yes, Olivia loved her country. She was honored to be a part of its history but there was no hiding from the facts. America had been built on the backs and graves of oppressed people, most of who looked like her. There were still remnants of that legacy everywhere, from the lawbooks to the sub-Reddit communities. It was clear that the "candidate" was unqualified. How could he run the Country if he couldn't even run his Empire correctly but still...

"All we can do is do our best and if the worst happens..."

"We all flee to Canada?"

"...we keep going. People don't have to be in the Oval to get things done. It's just faster that way."

"True...so, The Fitzgerald Grant Foundation? That's what he's going to do next?"

"Mm-hm. After everything with Brandon Parker and the research he's been doing into the prison systems, Fitz really wants to focus on social reform, especially for Communities and People of Color. The main base is going to be up in Vermont with the Library but he's already looking for office space around town."

"Isn't there room in your building?"

"There is but it would be better for him to have his own domain. That way, there are less chances for a conflict of interest and the Optics would be better. You know, they're still pushing the henpecked puppet thing? It's honestly pathetic...funny but pathetic..."

Before Cyrus could reply, the sound of personal cell phone ringing got her attention.

"I'll call you back, okay?"

"All right. Bye, Liv."

"Bye...this is Olivia Pope-Grant."

"Mrs. Pope-Grant, this is Ms. Rinkus from Thomas Jefferson Academy. I'm calling about your son, Gerry..."

"Is he okay?"

"He isn't seriously hurt but he was in a physical altercation with another student during recess today. It's likely that he won't be suspended but if you could come down..."

"I'm on my way."

/

"...I'm sorry, Momma."

"Don't be. I'm not mad."

"I just wanted Todd to stop. Siddiq and his family are good people and Todd had no right to talk about them like that. Just because someone is Muslim doesn't mean that they're terrorists. Actually, most terrorists are white men nowadays..."

"That's true. I'm glad you stuck up for your friend, Fitzgerald."

"Even if he wasn't my friend, I would've done it anyway...you're really not mad?"

"Not even a little. Although, next time, try using your words before you start punching, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. Do I have to go home? Ranza and I are supposed to do our project today..."

"No, you don't have to go home. You do need to keep the ice pack on your hand for the rest of the day, though...and I have to tell your father what's happened."

"Nah, let me do it. Real men own their actions."

"You're not a man yet, Ger."

"I'm getting there. You know I'm gonna be 13 next year. An official teenager..."

"Stop it!"

"Your firstborn is getting old and so are you..."

"Get outta here, Muhammed Ali. Your friends are waiting and you've got a rocket to launch. I'll see you at home."

Before he could get out of reach, Olivia hugged him and pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek, making sure to leave a bright red lip print.

"Mom-ma...not in public..."

"Yes, in public! You may be getting teenager-y on me but you're always gonna be my dulce."

The pout on his face reminded her so much of Fitz, Olivia couldn't help but grin. The grin broadened as Gerry rejoined his waiting friends, including Siddiq Miller. Siddiq was the only child belonging to Amir and Mariah Miller who had moved to DC from New York City in 2009. They were transcribers for the press corp and wonderful people, genuinely sweet and loving. Their boys had met during a State Dinner, becoming instant best friends over their shared love of Super Smash Bros and parkour. Siddiq was teaching Gerry Arabic Sign Language and Gerry helped him out with Algebra.

Todd Allen was the son of Butch and Carrie Allen, two oil money millionaires hailing from conservative Texas. They didn't have Hollis Doyle level of money but they definitely had his viewpoints, apparently. They had passed said viewpoints to their son and Gerry was right to punch him out. Well, more accurately, Gerry had grabbed the swing he was on and after momentum had done its job, he had tackled the boy. Since Gerry was known to be a calm and well behaved child, he had been able to get quite a few blows in before the shocked aides intervened. Gerry's knuckles were scraped and swollen. Todd's nose was swollen and he would have a hell of a split lip for a while.

Good.

Few things were more satisfying than seeing bigots get their due, regardless of age.

Mr. and Mrs. Allen had arrived to the principal's office, ready to unleash hell until they figured out just who their son had offended.

As much as being known as The Olivia Pope-Grant could be annoying at times, it certainly came in handy. They had hastily collected their sullen son and assured her that no charges would be pressed. It was just boys being boys, after all. They also said that they would be giving Todd "a stern talking to about his horrible behavior" but Olivia was certain that it would be more about scolding him for not being subtle instead of for being hateful.

Such was life in the US Capital...

Her phone rang and she immediately answered, the call coming right on time.

"Hello, Mr. President."

"Okay, you don't sound worried or angry so it can't be too bad...is Gerry okay?"

"Gerry's just fine, love. He was just being a good best friend with some punching involved. He'll give you all the gory details later. He wants to be a man about it, apparently."

"I see...who'd he punch?"

"Todd Allen."

"...did he put his weight behind it?"

"Fitz!"

"Well, did he?"

"He did. "

"That's my boy."

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III..."

"Don't you legal and Christian name me, lady! The Allens are a couple of racist, obnoxious idiots. The apple didn't fall far from the tree."

"No, it didn't...shall we let our warrior pick dinner tonight?"

"Sure. Get him some ice cream, too."

"Will do. How was your morning briefing?"

"It was actually pretty exciting..."

[folklohre]

𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙺    +    TIMELINE  /  RECAP OF LYKKELAND SERIES ONE.

1 9 6 9.     stavanger is in crisis,  with its fishing industry slowing down and the oil adventure coming to a halt before it’s even begun as international companies begin to pull out.     anna,  an ambitious young woman,  finds herself in the center of it all.

     →        TREASURE HUNT ,     summer 1969.

jonathan kay,  a lawyer for phillips petroleum,  is sent to stavanger to sublet their rig,  ocean viking,  to another company or facilitate a withdrawal deal.     anna hellevik,  a farmer’s daughter from dirdal,  celebrates her engagement to high school sweetheart christian nyman,  the heir to the nyman fishing and shipping company.     christian is a diver on the ocean viking platform and is therefore offshore for long periods of time.     anna lands a job as politician arne rettedal’s secretary and transcribes his meetings with phillips petroleum’s ed young and jonathan kay.     after phillips decides to drill its final block on the ocean viking rather than pull out,  christian gets into a car accident with marius torstensen,  who sustains injuries he later dies of.     christian lies to the police and claims he was sober,  thus keeping the accident off his record.     soon after,  marius’ pregnant daughter toril torstensen is forced to marry a local man who has agreed to raise her illegitimate child as his own.

     →        SMOKING BAN ,     late 1969.

anna’s parents,  hardon and oddfrid,  wonder if christian and anna are a good match,   claiming they’re too different,  and oddfrid isn’t sure she really loves him.     rein,  anna’s older brother,  is out of work and hopes to get a job on an oil platform.     meanwhile,  christian is offshore when phillips petroleum believe they’ve found oil on the 2/4 block.     in a meeting with rettedal,  ed and jonathan pretend they haven’t found anything of significance,  and name the block ekofisk.     christmas is just around the corner,  but nyman’s shipping company has to lay off several of its employees,  and christian’s father fredrik nyman cuts his own salary by 20% to help the company,  which catapults his wife ingrid into a valium induced depressive episode.     when christian is flown back to shore in order to help his mother,  he tells anna that they’ve imposed a smoking ban on the platform.     smart enough to know that this means they must have found something,  anna shares this knowledge with rettedal and tries to convince her future father-in-law to enter the oil industry,  but her attempt is interrupted as toril goes into labour while at work.     after the last day of work before christmas,  jonathan invites anna to the movies.     she declines,  explaining she has to get back to the family farm,  and he walks her to her bus.     on december 23rd 1969,  phillips petroleum finally finds oil on the ocean viking platform,  with claims it’s the largest underwater oil reservoir ever found.

     →        THE SUMMER HOUSE ,    spring 1970.

anna is in the midst of wedding planning with ingrid and fredrik at garnodden,  the family summer house,  but christian himself is a no-show.     fredrik is in need of a translator at a meeting with a possible buyer in england and asks anna to accompany him.     christian holds a party at his new apartment,  a purchase he has kept secret from both his parents and anna,  and invites friends and coworkers from the platform,  including jonathan.     while at the party,   christian and anna get into an argument about his family’s financial problems and their different priorities.     after christian storms off,  a conversation with jonathan makes anna realise that selling garnodden to phillips petroleum would stop the nyman family from going into financial ruin.     the next day,  fredrik’s meeting in england is unsuccessful,  but after anna recommends turning their old trawling ships into supply ships for oil companies,  fredrik returns to stavanger with a new sense of hope.     when anna later tells fredrik that she took jonathan to garnodden so he could survey the plot,  he’s disappointed in her,  but after yet another unsuccessful meeting with the bank,  he decides to follow her advice and sells garnodden to jonathan and phillips petroleum,  against his family’s wishes.

     →        SIXTY NINE METRES DOWN ,    spring / summer 1970.

anna’s role in the sale of garnodden has led to a falling out with both christian and his mother.     she hasn’t spoken to either of them in weeks,  but after running into fredrik while working for rettedal at the golf club,  he forces his son to apologise to her.     despite their bickering,  they make up.     the following week christian is involved in a traumatizing accident on ocean viking in which damon,  a close friend and colleague,  dies.

     →        DIRDAL VALLEY ,    early 1971.

when phillips petroleum is looking to build a dry dock for the construction of the ekofisk tank,  jonathan notices anna’s family farm in dirdal on one of the possible building plans.     the land owners are to be given offers by norwegian contractors’ gunnar sandvik later the same day,  so jonathan drives anna to her family farm so she can convince her father to take the offer.     by the time they get there,  hardon has already refused the offer,  but after anna lies to her family about the other landowners accepting,  her father changes his mind and accepts the offer.     after the meeting,  anna and gunnar meet for celebratory drinks at esso motor hotel,  where a moment between anna and jonathan is interrupted by toril,  who now works as a waitress at the hotel.     anna spends more time with jonathan,  while christian decides to start a diving company of his own with martin,  a friend and fellow ocean viking diver.     meanwhile,  the stavanger city council has decided that the dry dock will be built in jåttåvågen rather than dirdal,  and anna’s actions has alienated her family from the rest of the village.

     →        HOPE AND FRAUD ,    march 1971.

while he struggles with financing his diving company c - max,  christian and anna continue getting into arguments over the smallest things.     fredrik sells his canning company to hastings,  the english company who turned him down the year prior,  in order to help christian with his company,  but lies about the production rate.     anna accompanies rettedal in a meeting with arve johnsen,  a labour party politician working on establishing a state owned oil company.     back at the office,  anna’s female colleagues think she’s beginning to sound like a politician,  and jonathan invites her on a road trip the following day.     christian offers rein a job with c - max,  but when anna returns to the family farm to share the good news,  she’s faced with the harsh realities her family is facing in dirdal.     rein turns down christian’s offer,  having been approached by phillips petroleum for a job at the platform.     hardon insists anna and christian’s wedding should be held at the family farm,  and won’t give her a suitable date for the ceremony.     anna then decides to join jonathan on his road trip around stavanger,  opening up to him about her struggles of feeling indebted to the nyman family.     back at the nyman house,  ingrid informs the family that hardon has finally agreed to hold the wedding at the atlantic hotel in stavanger in late june 1972.     when the father of toril’s son shows up to talk to toril,  christian reacts with jealousy and anna decides to spend the night at her family’s farm.      things have begun to settle in dirdal,  and the hellevik family is slowly but surely being included in the village again.     being at the family farm makes it clear that deep down anna is unsure about her engagement.

     →        PARTY AT ESSO MOTOR HOTEL ,    december 1971.

the norwegian state is considering moving the oil operation to bergen,  so rettedal asks anna to help him convince the state’s industry committee to choose stavanger as the oil capital of norway.     after taking the committee on a tour of the ekofisk tank,  jonathan invites anna on yet another road trip the very same night,  but she turns him down as she’s busy with work as rettedal is hosting a dinner for the committee.     when arve johnsen tells rettedal it’s unlikely the committee will vote for stavanger because it’s such a conservative and religious town,  anna is given the responsibility to organise a party at esso motor hotel to show the delegates that stavanger can be fun.     after the party,  jonathan tells anna he likes her and they spend the night together.     they sleep together again the following day,  but anna is conflicted.     after having dinner with rettedal at esso motor hotel,  anna goes home to christian to break off their engagement,  but finds herself unable to.     she calls jonathan,  who expects to hear good news,  but instead tells him she doesn’t know how christian would cope if she left him.     she tries writing a letter to end the engagement,  but can’t find the right words and instead goes back to christian,  ending her relationship with jonathan before it’s even begun.

     →        THE OIL CAPITAL ,    spring / summer 1972.

anna and christian’s wedding is only a few months away,  and planning is in full swing but at the wedding tasting,  anna finds herself arguing with fredrik over their differing political views,  and her distaste for the family’s view on wealth only grows.     the next day,  jonathan and ed young have a meeting with rettedal which anna transcribes.     after the meeting,  jonathan,  who still has feelings for anna,  asks her to go for a drive but she refuses.     she rushes home to christian,  but is left annoyed at his drinking habits.     jonathan flies back to bartlesville.     meanwhile,  on june 14th,  the parliament votes on the establishment of a state owned oil company and the location of norway’s oil capital.     stavanger wins and is officially made the oil capital,  and the parliament votes to establish a state owned oil company,  which later becomes statoil.     jonathan is offered a senior position at the phillips headquarters in bartlesville.     later the same day,  anna and christian’s parents are finalizing seating arrangements for the wedding reception when anna finally breaks down.     a conversation with fredrik leads her to finally admit she doesn’t love christian anymore,  and she ends the engagement.     she then applies for a bachelor in economics at nhh  ( norwegian school of economics )  in bergen.     in august,  jonathan turns down the senior position in bartlesville and returns to stavanger.     the two reunite and decide to enter a long distance relationship while anna studies.

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Why the Media and Democrats Should Reject the Christian Right’s Pearl-Clutching and Address Problematic Religious Views | Religion Dispatches

America is trapped in an abusive relationship—not just with the pussy-grabbing President Donald Trump, our abuser-in-chief, but also with the Republican Party, its white Christian base, the police, and the increasingly uninhibited “good guys with guns,” whose vigilante actions are evidently becoming increasingly brazen. And unless liberals, leftists, and all Americans of good conscience are willing to confront the abusive character of the authoritarian right in no uncertain terms, I frankly don’t see how we can defeat surging fascism and set this country on a healthy democratic path.

To riff on the work of retired UC Berkeley cognitive scientist George Lakoff, who documented the ways in which Americans understand politics through family-related metaphors, if the United States is a dysfunctional family, then much of the media has taken on the role of the peacemaker. 

In a dysfunctional family, the peacemaker “may become anger-phobic and attempt to smooth out differences before a healthy interchange can take place,” according to couples’ counselors Linda and Charlie Bloom. The flurry of discussion around Judge Amy Coney Barrett, the apparent frontrunner to be named Trump’s pick to fill the late Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s Supreme Court seat, neatly illustrates the dynamic in which the right gaslights the American public, and the media normalizes and perpetuates the gaslighting.

In the case of Barrett, context matters. Trump has been stacking the federal judiciary specifically with right-wing Catholics and members of the Federalist Society, which even The New York Times describes as “a legal group with views once considered on the ‘fringe.’” Barrett is a Catholic, a Federalist Society member, and a member of the high-control “covenant community” known as People of Praise, a Christian group with about 90% Catholic membership that emerged from the Catholic “charismatic renewal” that began in 1967. 

People of Praise assigns its members spiritual leaders; men are assigned “heads” and women are assigned “woman leaders” (formerly “handmaids”). In the case of a married woman, this leader is automatically her husband. Meanwhile, Barrett’s far-right bona fides are not in question. She is an acolyte of the late arch-conservative U.S. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, but influential right-wingers are already trying to make serious discussion of her politics off limits by crying loudly with faux outrage over legitimate public scrutiny of her religious commitments:

Regardless of where anyone stands on the prudence of a SCOTUS nomination and vote during an election, the already-emerging attacks on Amy Coney Barrett's faith are utterly repugnant. Can we not separate the person from the policy and treat her with dignity and respect?

— David French (@DavidAFrench) September 22, 2020

President @realDonaldTrump hasn’t even made his pick yet and the liberal mob is already viciously attacking Judge Amy Coney Barrett for being a Christian and a working mom of seven kids. American women should be paying close attention to what Democrats really think of us.

— Sarah Huckabee Sanders (@SarahHuckabee) September 22, 2020

Of course, right-wingers loudly questioned President Barack Obama’s religion when he was a candidate, and when he was in office. But what’s good for the goose is never good for the gander with the openly hypocritical American Right, whose leaders are now working to push through a SCOTUS appointment in an election year just four years after inventing a “tradition” of leaving such vacancies open for the victor of the ensuing presidential election to fill. 

Note also that former Trump Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders, who perfected her gaslighting skills during her time working for the Trump administration, claims that “a liberal mob” is “viciously attacking Judge Amy Coney Barrett for being a Christian” when she’s knows quite well that this is patently untrue. It also smoothly juxtaposes politics and religion, falsely implying that Barrett’s Christianity is above politics.

No one is raising objections to the possible nomination of Barrett for a SCOTUS seat on the basis of her being a Christian. If anyone actually contended that Christian faith is disqualifying, that would leave very few eligible appointees to any position in a majority Christian nation. But to effectively push back on the flood of gaslighting currently being unleashed by the Christian Right, we need to flip the script. 

Lord knows (if you’ll pardon the expression), the Democratic Party is far from godless. But, while God talk in the party may sometimes annoy non-religious Democrats, no serious liberal argues that adherence to a religion itself is disqualifying for public office, which would be to advocate for an unconstitutional position. The difference is this: in the vast majority of cases, Democrats of faith understand their religious commitments as compatible with an approach to pluralism that provides robust equality for all in the public square. Right-wing Christians, on the other hand, espouse an anti-pluralist understanding of their faith, using and abusing the rhetoric of “religious freedom” to demand the right to be, as it were, “more equal than others.” 

And when Democrats object to the politics of right-wing bigotry, conservative Christians respond with moral panic, spewing flurries of concern-trolling comments on “religious freedom” and America’s commitment to apply no religious test for public office. In the case of Barrett, notably, even Catholic scholar Massimo Faggioli contends that it’s not anti-Catholic to ask questions about how her specific beliefs might shape her decisionmaking as a justice. But the Christian Right carries on with its moral panic and faux outrage in the hopes of making such questioning politically impossible. The same issue came up when Trump nominated Barrett to the federal judiciary in 2017, and this move is perennially in play with respect to the Christian Right’s attempts to ban abortion and prevent LGBTQ equality by obscuring a bigoted desire to dominate women and “sexual deviants”  behind “sincerely held religious beliefs.”

Meanwhile, as we saw in the case of Masterpiece Cakeshop, America lets “hostility to religious beliefs” stand unquestioned as a reason to overturn rulings that favor robust equality in the public square. Somehow, though, we never seem to question the Christian Right’s hostility toward progressive people of faith in any major media outlet, and we take for granted right-wing Christians’ hostility to the non-religious in general, and to atheists in particular, treating it as normal. But we should not blame members of othered groups for the presence of hostility between them and the authoritarian Christians who don’t approve of their existence,, as Trump’s new executive order effectively banning anti-racist education for all government agencies, federal grantees, and federal contractors does. 

Unfortunately, our major media outlets generally fail to consider power dynamics and let stand the widespread impression that “real” Christianity is conservative, and that critical scrutiny of conservative Christian views is strictly verboten. To do so while Christian nationalists are stacking the federal judiciary, removing protections for women and queer people in schools, and undermining our response to a deadly pandemic by refusing to wear masks and challenging public health initiatives in court, is wildly irresponsible.

As I recently argued elsewhere, criticism of religious views that are mobilized to affect those who do not share them must be on the table in a fair, democratic society:

Like freedom of the press, religious freedom is an important First Amendment right. But when believers use their faith as a bludgeon to attack othered groups and to prevent equal accommodation of members of those groups in the public square, we have moved beyond the bounds of a truly democratic approach to pluralism.

To be sure, some media coverage is directing critical attention at the red flags raised by Barrett’s affiliation with People of Praise, though with the exception of Massimo Faggioli’s excellent piece at Politico it’s mostly been unnuanced. But for the most part, we are getting hand-wringing and bothesidesism at best, and dismissiveness with a heavy dose of false equivalence at worst.

In a particularly egregious example of the latter, Fordham University theology professor Charles C. Camosy argued in Religion News Service that there is no reason to view Barrett’s desire to “advance the Kingdom of God” through law as substantially different from the devotion of liberal Christians like President Obama to their version of that ideal. “Neither is a dangerous theocrat,” Camosy tells us flatly, even claiming that “Kingdom of God” rhetoric, no matter what sort of Christian it comes from, is “not so different from the Jewish concept of tikkun olam” in its expression of a commitment to realizing justice on earth.

If one were comparing theological concepts in a vacuum Camosy might have a point, but this isn’t a theological issue so much as a cultural and political one. Theological concepts take on political meaning in a given cultural context. By ignoring both Barrett’s past comments and the way that kingdom rhetoric has often been deployed to uphold discrimination, to say nothing of the hegemonic nature of Christianity in the United States,, Camosy is gaslighting his readers. In contrast, there is no Jewish tradition in the United States of using the concept of tikkun olam as a bludgeon to control non-Jews.

While Democrats must undoubtedly be careful in how they question Barrett, assuming Trump does nominate her to fill Ginsburg’s seat, public discussion that questions the relationship between Barrett’s far-right politics and her religious views is absolutely valid, and we should not let the double standards that characterize our politics and media because of Christian supremacism prevent us from doing so. 

In addition, we would do well to remember that any nominee put up by Trump is illegitimate, as constitutional law expert Andrew Seidel recently contended here on RD, because of the GOP’s openly hypocritical power grab. The Republican Party has become an authoritarian organization, and the politics of authoritarianism is a politics of abuse. If we hope to defeat it, we must stop letting our abusers get into our heads with their bad-faith rhetoric, and we must loudly and clearly call out their gaslighting wherever we see it.

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The Library in White Cedar by Edward Ahern https://ift.tt/2Zf6txu John Willman attends the death of a library, and stands to inherit its books; by Edward Ahern.

The two-day drive from Connecticut to White Cedar, Michigan was endless neon chain links - the same motels, gas stations, and restaurants sprouting up about every ten miles along the interstate. I was on my way to assist at the funeral of the library in White Cedar. My great, great grandfather, Thomas Willman, had provided the money to build the library and on his death had bequeathed his books to it. He'd specified that if the town closed the library the books should be returned to his heirs. I was the only surviving descendent the town had found, and I'd rented a large SUV in case the books were worth claiming. Cathy Bender, the town librarian, had been the one to call. Her voice had that slight midwestern nasality that some easterners find annoying but I had always liked. "Mr. Willman, praise the Lord I was able to find you. We need to talk about the Willman books in our library." "Call me John, please. What about them?" "White Cedars can't support the library any more, and has to close it." "Maybe get some cultural aid money from the state." "Ah. Well, they're radical Democrats and we're solid Tea Party, so they don't look too kindly on us." I paused. "Well, Cathy, I could be classified as one of those rad libs." There was a pause on her end. "Well, you seem nice anyway, John, we just won't talk politics." Or religion, I thought. Cathy and I spent the next fifteen minutes talking safely if boringly about White Cedar and its recent activities. Her voice had a pleasing brook burble to it, and I let her flow. I drove into town the late afternoon of the second day. The main street had only one traffic light - a flashing yellow. Many of the store fronts were papered over, and those still clear-glassed looked grimy. White Cedar was dying, one organ at a time, and it was the library's turn. There were no pedestrians, and the only hint of congestion was at the gas station cum convenience store. Beer sales apparently were still good. I parked in the overgrown lot of an abandoned Kmart and called Cathy. "Cathy? It's John Willman. I just got into town." "Depressing isn't it, John. The nearest motel is about seven miles down the state road, in case you've changed your mind about staying with me. My place is no Marriott, but it's comfortable, and I could use the money. I have WiFi." After two days of blurring Motel Six, Days Inn and Red Roof signs, I wanted local. "Still forty dollars a day?" "Yes. Is that too much?" "It's fine. I'm guessing meals aren't included?" "No, but the diner down the street is open early to late and could use the business too." It took a full three minutes to drive to her house. She was waiting on the front porch. "We've talked so much on the phone, John, I feel like I know you." Cathy was petite, slim and short haired. We said hello again and hugged because it seemed the thing to do. She felt nice. We walked my bags up to an upstairs bedroom and came back down into a front room stuffed with old furniture. She called it a parlor. "I can do credit cards, but if you pay me by cash or check it saves me money." My check book was seven hundred fifty miles away. "Ah, no problem, I'll just hit an ATM when I go for dinner." I looked at Cathy more closely. She'd graduated from forty, but then so had I. Her expression had a weathered, inquisitive quality, as if despite bad treatment she was still open to experience. "Look, if you haven't eaten, would you mind coming with me to dinner? You could fill me in on the library and what we need to do. My treat." She didn't bother to protest, which I liked. "Sure. I haven't eaten there in weeks." The diner had a faint background aroma of rancid grease. Cathy said first name hellos to the other eaters and the waitress and introduced me, although I assumed that they already knew who I was and why I was there. She didn't drink alcohol, so neither did I. After we'd coated our stomachs with fried food, we started talking about the library's last rites. "Once the elementary school closed and the kids started getting bussed to Smithdale, the library emptied out. There's no money to fix the building or buy books, hasn't been for years. My title is librarian, but I'm just an unpaid caretaker. "A book merchant will take all the other titles, John, but at thirty cents apiece. We'll get four thousand dollars, which will barely cover closing up the building and paying off the utility bills. Except of course for your great, great grandfather's collection. That's in a separate room. Doris Lunning, the last real librarian, limited access to the collection to what she called 'serious scholars.' Nobody claims to be that in White Cedar, so the collection just got dusty." I was familiar with dead ends - the childless remnant of the Willman line, with family records and photos mailed to me as other relatives had passed on. Records that included a listing of the books in the Willman collection. I'd emailed the descriptions to two dealers for initial appraisals. Cathy wore what looked to be an engagement ring on a right-hand finger. She caught my glance and puckered her mouth. "It's what you're guessing. Six years of un-bliss and a divorce. He was a jerk and I kept the ring. He left town." "Kids?" "No, thank the Lord. Although I wanted them." "Same story, different perspective. She left me for another guy, but did give the ring back. Keep it in my hope chest." Cathy laughed. The resonance was pleasant. Then her expression tightened into serious. "I've talked with the mayor about the Willman books. They were, after all, willed to the town. Wouldn't it be the right thing us to find another home for them? You could just sign a waiver giving the books to us." I wondered. If they were trying to get legal rights to those antique books there might be something more to them than paper lice. "Sell them off, you mean." "Yes, but as a collection that would be housed in another library, and would live on as a collection under the Willman name. You've seen what our town has become, we're in desperate need of funds. It would be beneficial for both you and us." I studied the four wilted French Fries left on my plate. "Interesting possibility, Cathy, but before I decide on anything, I need to know what the books are worth. It'll take a few days to hear back, and meanwhile I need to go through the library and verify their condition." She touched my hand. "That sounds like a polite no. Please don't slam the door on us, John, leave it ajar while we keep talking." I realized I didn't want to go back to suitcases and WiFi. "Is there any place left in town where you can watch me drink?" She laughed again. "We haven't sunk quite that far. There are two bars, one for the beer and shot crowd, and one with cocktail napkins under the glasses." "Upscale please." We could have walked to the bar, but I drove. Cathy also knew all five people there, and introduced me as 'the Willman heir.' I cringed, because it made me sound like someone ripe for donating. She ordered cola, I ordered scotch and soda. We avoided discussing the library, and peeked into each other's lives. I knew she was a born again Christian and staunch conservative, which took several other topics out of play. Cathy described losing her last job when the local car dealership closed, and having no immediate prospects for a new one. I downplayed my position in an academic think tank, but she called me out. "Don't give me that false modesty. I looked you up. You're a senior fellow. And a successful politician before that." She said it with a forgiving grin and I shrugged admittance. Our chatter quick-stepped from topic to topic, and I reluctantly called it a night after two drinks. I didn't want the one cop on night shift to bust me for DWI. On the drive back she offered to provide breakfast before we went over to the library, and I immediately accepted. Back at her house, we settled into saggy cushioned easy chairs in the living room. She kept surprising me. She'd gone to college on a scholarship, and used her teaching degree to get a job at the town elementary school. A job that disappeared when the school closed. The well-used house we sat in had been her parents and grandparents. Cathy was attached and beholden to a town that would, like her husband, leave her. When we stood up, I wanted to kiss her cheek, but just shook hands before I went upstairs. Once in bed, lights off, I realized it was too dark and too quiet. I missed my overdeveloped suburb and its white noise pacifier. I smirked after coming downstairs the next morning. We were both dressed in flannel shirts and jeans, ready for dusty work. Breakfast was healthy-yogurt, juice and whole wheat toast, and I guessed that Cathy had eaten her chicken-fried steak the night before as a gesture for me. The library building, a small Victorian, sagged both outside and in, and water stains blotched the paper on several walls. The building was uninsurable and probably uninhabitable. I raised an eyebrow at Cathy and she shrugged. "I warned you we were on hard times." The Willman collection was in an interior room, musty but still dry. It needed to be moved soon, before the cloth covered electrical wiring or a water leak attacked. But even dusty and unused it was impressive. Three hundred fifty books, about half of them leather bound, with several outsized folios. According to my list, the last book had been added in 1902. I'd brought my laptop, and I held it up toward Cathy. "Do we have service?" "We pirate internet from the auto supply store next door. They know about it, of course." Small towns are without secrets, and I assumed last night's house sharing was already under discussion. I'd started taking cell phone photos and sending them off to the book appraisers, when an overdue thought struck me. "Cathy, I'm guessing you've already had the collection evaluated?" She paused. "Sort of. We couldn't afford a real appraisal, but sent a list to the book dealer in Grand Rapids who's buying all the other books." "What did he offer for the Willman lot?" There was a longer pause. "Twenty three thousand. We have no idea if that's fair." "Neither do I. But I will. The two companies I'm using won't be bidding on the lot, so they'll hopefully be honest." Cathy left me alone in the Willman room and went over to the desktop computer at the checkout desk. After I'd sent off pictures and details I started browsing through the records, trying to get a feel for who my great, great grandfather had been. His obituary was fulsome with praise, but family gossip had told of a cunning and ruthless businessman. I wondered if the library building and the impressive books had been his repayment to all the townspeople he'd skinned. As I was gingerly leafing through the books, I got an email back from Dulters and Wilkins, one of the appraisers. "Advisory on the Thomas McKinney History of the Indian Tribes of North America, three volumes 1838, 1842 and 1844, inscribed by McKinney to Henry Clay and containing pasted-in Ex Libris bookplates of Henry Clay, signed by him. Impossible to provide formal valuation without physical examination, but initial indication unsigned is $170,000 and signed by author and Henry Clay $225,000. Other valuations to follow." I stared at nothing. The book dealer Cathy had mentioned would have at least a vague idea of the value of the McKinney books, which meant either he was playing the town of White Cedar or Cathy was playing me. She'd left me alone in the Willman room and after another hour I realized I wanted her company and walked over to the main desk. She was watching videos on her cell phone. In the three hours we'd been there not another person had entered. "Lonely work." "And I usually shirk it. I stay home, and just leave a sign on the entry door that anyone who wants to use the library should call me so I could open it up. No one does." I wondered if it wasn't equally boring at home, but said nothing. I lifted the countertop hatch, went into librarian territory, and sat at a desk facing Cathy's. "You should get out of here." "And go home?" "No, move out, find a town with a pulse, and get the teaching job you deserve." She showed me that smile again. "And leave all this? I get by, sort of, on alimony and some left over money. Nobody would buy the house, so I'd just have to board it up and abandon it. Except for college, everything I know and am is here, including my church Moving away would be like abandoning a sick relative I should be caring for. Does that sound stupid?" "A little. But I've never had the relationship with place like you're talking about. Look, let's get out of Sleepy Hollow this evening. Bentonville is less than an hour away and according to my laptop has six restaurants and a multiplex theater. Could I entice you into a movie and dinner?" "Well aren't you suave. Of course. A woman my age shouldn't turn down a date." Once we'd locked up the library, we stopped back at Cathy's house to change before heading out. The speed limit plus ten conversation was haphazard, because our frames of reference not only didn't overlap, they almost didn't abut. Her temperament suited me, but I was a fervently liberal atheist intrigued with a born-again Tea Partier. Despite that, we laughed a lot. After we'd left the restaurant and gotten into my car, I turned to her. "Cathy, I need to tell you up front that I'm going to keep the Willman books. I feel about the books the way you feel about White Cedar. I want to shepherd them for one more generation. I'll be leaving in a couple days and will pack them up and take them with me." I studied her while I said this. She looked relieved rather than disappointed. "I had to ask about them, but that's fine, they're your books, after all." "It's great that you understand. I need to make a quick stop at the pharmacy before we head back." The ride back was quieter, the conversation more piquant. We'd only met the day before, and my departure was already in sight. Once back in her house we sat close together on the living room couch. We kissed, lightly, and then again more seriously. Without words we began to gently explore each other, the geriatric sofa complaining about our shifts in position. Cathy leaned back slightly and looked at me. "Does your pit stop at the out of town drug store mean what I think it does?" "Afraid so." "I appreciate your discretion." She smiled, and we resumed, two long abstinent adults relying on muscle memory. Once we subsided and snuggled together, the sofa got its revenge, and my twisted back began to cramp. Eventually I gave up and suggested she could share my bed, but she turned me down. "Your neighbors will talk no matter what we do." "Of course, but I don't want them confirming it by seeing two shadows in an upstairs bedroom window." We kissed and I went upstairs, carrying my wadded-up clothes in one hand. The next morning, I realized how much I missed a comfortable, not quite-fully-dressed conjugal breakfast, helping each other to set places, and serve the meal. In Connecticut I didn't even have a dog. "If you're willing to give me the library key, I can finish up with the Willman collection by myself, Cathy. But if you're not busy I'd love to have you there with me. We don't even have to talk about Thomas Willman, who by insider accounts was a bastard." Her half smile revealed slightly uneven teeth that I found winsome. "John, I'm feeling guilty about last night, and hanging out together is maybe not a good idea." "Please. Don't leave me alone with these mummified books." Her smile this time was open. "I suppose I have to keep an eye on you so you don't steal any of our valuable volumes." "Atta girl." We washed up the breakfast dishes and drove over to the library, where I reviewed the texted appraisals and answered questions that had come in since the day before. There were some other pleasant surprises. I took flattened cardboard boxes, interleaving sheets and tape out of the SUV, then started folding the boxes into shape and filling them with Willman books. Around noon I drove over to the quick mart, bought a couple drinks and premade sandwiches and brought them back for our lunch. The sandwich bread had the consistency of the cardboard I was assembling. I started in as we were finishing our colas. "Cathy, I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, so no breakfast please." She said nothing, her expression a sad-serious it hurt to see. "But I hope we can go out to dinner again tonight." She still said nothing. "We're so different I think we'd be throwing knives at each other before the end of the month, but I also think you're wonderful." She stood up in silence and walked over to me, cupping my cheek in her palm. "Have you ever made love in a library?" "What? No." "Neither have I. But I've thought about it. There's a skinny sofa in the librarian's office." I locked the front door and we walked together into the back office. The settee barely had room for two posteriors, let alone two torsos, but we made do. Afterwards we stuffed the car with book boxes, cleaned up at her house and had another diner dinner. This time I tried with a Greek salad, but I didn't think a Greek would have recognized it. Once back at Cathy's house we sat on the sofa again, but just talked. For hours. When I finally went up to bed, I'd learned a great deal more about her, but still had to stand outside her viewpoints. She was like a Japanese scroll, with beautifully brushed kanji whose shapes I could admire but remain unable to appreciate the meaning of. In the morning, after coffee, I gave her a gentle goodbye kiss. "I've left a three-volume set on the bed upstairs, Cathy. They're yours to sell. A book a night, seems a fair room rental. There's a card inside the top book from a book appraiser - I've told him you'll be calling. "You could give the money to the town but there's not nearly enough to save it. There is enough to resuscitate you - get a teaching job someplace that deserves you. You could always come back and spend summers here, the winters probably suck anyway." "You said you were going to keep the books." "I lied. I needed to see if you knew the books were valuable and were playing me." Her expression hardened and quickly softened again. "I passed, so you made one?" "Something like that. Whatever you decide, in summer, who knows, maybe I'll call with a yen for your local chicken fried steak." She laughed again, and I carried the sound with me out to the car. The smell of old leather and paper permeated the interior on the drive back, reminding me that the rest of the Willman collection would allow indulgence in expensive habits for some time to come.

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Icarus heights (The intro to a story about superheroes and villains, think X men meets Farcry) Enjoy :)

The evening sky was dim, the grey obelisk that was Icarus heights rose far above the neon haze of the cityscape. The only source of light on the buildings matte skin being a single tacked on-sign, bright blue, that read “Long live the king”. Its bold words flickered faintly, taunting the world below, and bathing the rooms behind it in a seas of light. If one were to view it from street level the words would be barely legible, as if to further cement its status as above the people, and the many corpses of buildings, scrapped to make way for its construction, served as a reminder that it was an unstoppable force, an inevitability, and that’s its occupants cared not for the struggles of the common folk.

Much harder to notice, was the small veiled figure clinging to the face of the tower, carefully scaling it like a determined flea on the back of a great hound. The winds were getting stronger with every foot he ascended, and the first droplets of an oncoming storm had already soaked into his crude fabric mask. He had lost count of what floor he was at a while back, every pane looked identical, and he was surprised he hadn’t been seen by now. For all the goons the bastard has they aren’t the brightest. He amused himself with the ridiculousness of the situation, but the soft roar of distant thunder prompted him to make fast his ascent. He counted the remaining floors till the top. Around 5 left. With the storm fast approaching he couldn’t stay out in the open, he’d have to scale the rest from the inside. He’d hoped to conserve his energy and save himself for his target, but his suction cups couldn’t operate if the glass was slicked with rain. So he took a reluctant breath, concentrated and slowly phased himself through the black window. The room he landed in was empty, Thank god, and lavishly unassuming. He patted himself down to ensure he had brought all of his effects through with him, phasing required total focus, and having only possessed such a trait for a month he had not long to master it. Dagger-check, clothes-check, Gun….

He frantically checked the many pockets that lined his homemade cloak. It wasn’t there. He imagined the silenced pistol tumbling down from the high-rise and knocking some innocent out cold. He’d have to find it again after, if he survived. There was little time to examine the room as the grumbling of guards could be heard nearby. And soon enough the door to the room swung open, and the cloaked boy dove beneath the room’s central table. The grumbling stopped, Had they seen him? Their heavy footsteps grew closer, so he silently unsheathed the small dagger from his boot.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. The boss don’t pay us enough for this, what’s he so paranoid about anyways?”

The voices where clear now, and the table creaked as one of the men leaned on it. The boy decided he may as well practice with the dagger, he’ll need it.

“Me” he growled as menacingly as he could, before leaping out over the table and slashing at the nearest one’s neck. He dropped his rifle and went to scream, but the boy muffled him with a gloved hand. The second guard swung. Only to have his fist slip through the boy. Who quickly dispatched him in similar fashion to his companion. He considered picking up the firearm, but hesitated. That would just draw attention to himself. He then noticed just how much blood splattered his garments. Good thing he was wearing red. Down the sleek halls he lurked, having to find each new floor’s entrance due to the peculiar lack of an elevator or consistent stairwell. By this point the storm was gaining momentum, thunder shook the air, lightning danced across the tower’s metal frame. And the sounds of blood hitting floorboard were masked by the spattering of rain against the windows, which were just as dulled from the inside.  The guards were definitely not the brightest, the invader thought as he silently carved through three more who were previously engaged in a poker match. There wasn’t far to go now.  By the time he’d gotten to the entrance to the final floor he was dripping in the blood of what must’ve been twenty men. But that didn’t matter. He’d made it. He assumed there was no more need for stealth, How many guards could the man have? He lightly tried the ornate double doors. Locked. So, now in a rush to finally meet his prey he walked through the sturdy oak, and into a penthouse. It was modern and geometric in design, oddly homely compared to the rest of the place. The centre being a rather large fireplace, paired with a grand leather chair with its back to the entrance. In which sat the one this whole ordeal was about.

The boy hadn’t been noticed, and so slowly crept towards the chair. Dagger in hand.

“Hello. Mr ashton.” Came a smooth, confident call. “Although amongst my men you’ve become known as ‘The wraith’.”

Was he mocking him? It was hard to tell. The boy approached the chair. Teeth grit and arm raised.  “Yeah well your thugs aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed.” Came the boy’s retort. “Besides, I saw the sign. The king? Really?”

“Oh don’t you like it? I thought the blue would brighten up the place.” The chair rotated, like something from a spy movie, to reveal a slick looking young man in a rather luxurious suit. He leaned forwards, almost eagerly and continued “And to you. I am the king.” The boys patience had worn thing. He held the dagger to the tyrants neck, only pausing for one last question.  “Why?”

“ Why the tower, the guards, the gangs in the streets? Why did you take our city from us?” The man chuckled. “If I recall correctly when people like yourself started popping up you weren’t exactly considered welcome, normal people don’t want you in their city. I on the other hand, say everyone is welcome, provided you know your place.”

“You left the streets in ruin and hundreds dead!” The boy growled. Only to be met with a condescending look and retort. “Actually, I said live however you see fit, provided they follow one rule: Don’t fuck with the king, you people did the rest yourself.”

“Yeah whatever” Said the boy, and thrust the dagger forth. It froze.  Just shy of the self proclaimed king’s chest.  His entire body froze, and a sarcastic clapping could be heard from behind. “You know I didn’t expect you to buy such a cliché mob boss shtick but wow! You are STUPID.” The voice, which couldn’t have been much older than the boy’s was almost hysterical. The boy’s head turned, not of his own will, to face his speaker. It was another young lad, not much older than himself, donned in a simple hoodie and some cheap jeans. Who the fuck are you? The boy thought, but couldn’t bring his lips to move.  “My name is Stane, Christian Stane. And I’m the king.” Was he in his head? The boy willed himself to move, but to no avail. “Yes I am.  pretty cool huh?” Stane looked his captive up and down amusedly, trying not to laugh. “You like my puppet?” He gestured to the man in the chair who, simply sat blank faced and dead eyed. “I think it’s great” It spoke.

“See, he even answers when spoken to. So speak up.” It was hard to tell if he was mocking or genuinely expected him to sleep.  The former was confirmed when he once more laughed and moved even closer to the paralyzed boy. “But what he said was true, I’m simply acting in my best interest, the people down there don’t seem to have the biggest sense of community either.” He paused, composing himself for a second. “Ok you’ve been a massive pain in my ass lately, and now your beginning to bore me. Say what you need to say. I’m gonna kill you regardless.” He drew a chrome handgun and squared it at the boys forehead.

“YOU GODDAMN PHSYCOPATH!” The boy roared, surprised at his own ability to speak again. He went to say more But his lips tightly sealed before he could get the words out. Stane frowned in mock hurt. But his words were thick with genuine rage. “ I can assure you I am NOT a psychopath.” The boy felt his legs move, but not how he wanted to. Instead they walked him towards the large window overlooking the murky skyline. The windows here were clear from inside, allowing for perfect view of the entire city.  Once there the boy turned to face Stane “Psychopaths feel no emotion. But what I’m about to do is gonna make me real happy. There was a gunshot, but no pain, no nothing.  The bullet had phased  through him. Without him focusing on it. “Good” Stane chuckled, “Your blood everywhere would just ruin the whole vibe of the room ya’ know.” Just as the helpless wraith realised what he meant, a second shot was fired.  Directly into his gut. He fell back, phasing through the window and into the cold storm.  Stane chuckled, then sighed . He went to watch the body plummet. But couldn’t make it out amongst the rain. Slightly annoyed, but satisfied he watched the lightning strike the rooftops and he recited the blue neon reflected against the many buildings. “Long live the king”.

END

[gothrapxxx]

Martin Luther King, Jr. was a civil rights activist in the 1950s and 1960s. He led non-violent protests to fight for the rights of all individuals including African Americans. He hoped that America and the world could become a colorblind society where race would not impact a person's civil liberties. He is considered among the great orators of modern times, and his speeches still motivate lots of to this day. Where did Martin grow up? Martin Luther King Jr was born in Atlanta, GA on January 15, 1929. He went to Booker T. Washington High School. He was so clever that he skipped two grades in high school. He started his college education at Morehouse College at the young age of fifteen. After getting his degree in sociology from Morehouse, Martin got a divinity degree from Crozer Seminary and after that got his physician's degree in theology from Boston University. Martin's daddy was a preacher which inspired Martin to pursue the ministry. He had a younger sibling and an older sibling. In 1953 he wed Coretta Scott. Later, they would have four children including Yolanda, Martin, Dexter, and Bernice.

Who is martin luther king?

Martin Luther King Jr. was a Baptist minister and social activist who led the civil liberties motion in the United States from the mid-1950s till his assassination in 1968. How did he get involved in civil rights? In his very first significant civil rights action, Martin Luther King, Jr. led the Montgomery Bus Boycott. This started when Rosa Parks declined to give up her seat on a bus to a white guy. She was jailed and spent the night in jail. As a result, Martin helped to arrange a boycott of the general public transport system in Montgomery. The boycott lasted for over a year. It was really tense at times. Martin was apprehended and his home was bombed. In the end, however, Martin prevailed and segregation on the Montgomery buses pertained to an end. When did King provide his popular "I Have a Dream" speech? In 1963, Martin Luther King Jr assisted to organize the famous "March on Washington". Over 250,000 people attended this march in an effort to reveal the importance of civil liberties legislation. A few of the concerns the march wished to accomplish included an end to segregation in public schools, defense from police abuse, and to get laws passed that would avoid discrimination in employment. It was at this march where Martin provided his "I Have a Dream" speech. This speech has actually become one of the most famous speeches in history. The March on Washington was a great success. The Civil Liberty Act was passed a year later in 1964. Martin Luther King, Jr. was among the leading men involved in the civil liberties movement. He was a Baptist Minister and most well-known for following Mahatma Gandhi's belief of non-violent demonstration. King was associated with much of the social and political activist movements from the mid 1950's until the day he was assassinated in 1968. King was born in Atlanta, Georgia and was from a family that had its roots in the nation locations of Georgia; and his father and father-in-law had been ministers in the local church. He and his father embraced the name of 'Martin Luther' to honor the German protestor that developed the Protestant religious beliefs. King's household environment discouraged any prejudice based upon race, religious beliefs or economic circumstance. These lessons would be the starting base for King's beliefs for the rest of his life. By 1948, King went to Moorehouse College and after that Crozer Theological Seminary in Chester, Pennsylvania. He was considered to be a great trainee, but rebelled against what he thought was the more conservative religious mindset of his father. A good friend of his daddy, theologian Reinhold Niebbuhr, became the single person that had the most impact over King's growing spiritual and intellectual development. King was accepted by a number of institution of higher learnings for his doctoral research study which included Yale and Scotland's Edinburgh; he selected to go to Boston University. He finished when he was 25 years of ages and ended up being pastor of a Montgomery, Alabama church. December 1, 1955 was the date that Rosa Parks, a Black American woman, declined to give up her seat to a white individual and was apprehended. The segregation and bias of the time was bad and the regional chapter of the NAACP consulted with King and other community members to set up a boycott of the bus system. King was elected to speak to the neighborhood and this speech started his career on the road to the many protests against unjust scenarios.

The success of Martin Luther King Jr's reception and his ability to speak with the people led him and others to form the Southern Christian Management Conference. Their function was to attend to unjust practices for the Black American neighborhood and other race-related topics. He traveled all over the country preaching reform and particularly non-violent protest. Dr. King motivated and participated all types of non-violent demonstration efforts consisting of 'sit-ins' at lunch rooms where the black and whites were separated. Returning to Atlanta, he took over his father's church, and continued to support civil liberties. He was apprehended in 1960 when he and 75 other Black Americans got in an outlet store and asked for service at the lunch counter and were denied due to their race. They continued to sit until the time they were apprehended. The story was given the attention of the then candidate for President, John F. Kennedy, who called King's spouse and revealed concern for the treatment. In 1963 King arranged a presentation in Birmingham, Alabama. Police turned fire tubes on the demonstrators and the attention for mistreatment ended up being across the country. King was apprehended together with a variety of other people and it was from his jail cell that he announced the nonviolent method to attain success: " Nonviolent direct action looks for to produce such a crisis and foster such a stress that a community, which has actually continuously refused to negotiate, is forced to challenge the problem." King worked with others to arrange a huge 1963 demonstration to Washington, D.C. Over 200,000 people showed up and it was there, at the podium, that Dr. King offered his well-known "I have a dream" speech. Stress were mounting in cities and towns throughout the nation and it became obvious that modification in discrimination had to occur. Dr. King's actions assisted the passage of the 1964 Civil Liberty Act and Dr. King received the Nobel Peace Prize. While Dr. King constantly requested for nonviolence and peaceful protest, violence broke out in Selma, Alabama during Civil Rights march. This awful circumstance ended up being called "Bloody Sunday" and while Martin Luther King Jr wasn't there, the nation seen as police turned violent against the demonstrators. By the time a third march was planned, Dr. King knew they couldn't break the limiting order that had been embeded in location, so instead, white and black demonstrators marched to the Pettus Bridge where the barriers had been set in location and everybody kneeled in prayer. They then turned and left.

His point had been made at the bridge, without violence, however a few of the less patient younger advocates began to avoid these type of techniques. Dr. King decided to extend the demonstrations to include the Vietnam War. The undesirable and politically determined war was taking American lives and numerous across the nation remained in opposition to it. He included extra positions to deal with the poor and unemployed. In 1968, Dr. King was annoyed with the slow motion of civil liberties and equality and was attempting to broaden the range of programs that he wanted to resolve in the hope that it would attract leaders that would act. On April 3rd, while basing on a terrace in Memphis, Tennessee, he was eliminated by a sniper bullet from a previous convict and one that was discontented with the message that Dr. King was sending out. Why do we tell children to read? We're constantly telling kids that books and reading are good for them, however have we ever truly considered why that's true? Precisely what do older children get out of reading novels? What do younger kids obtain from being read to? Does reading matter?

What are different kinds of education?

Conventional private school. Boarding school. Language immersion school. Montessori school. Private special education school. Parochial school. Spiritual school. Reggio Emilia school. The purpose of this article is to say that, yes, it's true, reading truly is essential, which there are some solid reasons that is so. Let's start with the practical advantages and then proceed to the less concrete benefits of a life filled with reading. Books assist children devleop essential language abilities. Reading is an essential ability that requires to be established in children. Not just is it essential for survival on the planet of schools and (later on) universities, however in adult life as well. The ability to discover brand-new topics and discover useful information on anything from health problems and customer defense to more academic research study into science or the arts depends on the ability to read. Futurologists used to predict the death of the printed word however, paradoxically, Internet has actually made learning more and more a part of individuals's lives. The paperless society is a misconception. The computer system's capability to procedure and evaluate information indicates that unlimited variations on reports and other types of documents can be and are created. Web, itself a huge brand-new source of details and entertainment, is based on the modest written word. To efficiently use the web and judge the authenticity and value of what is discovered there, both reading and crucial thinking skills are of prime importance. The more children read, the much better they become at reading. It's as basic as that. The more satisfying the important things they read are, the more they'll stick with them and develop the reading abilities that they'll need for full access to details in their adult lives. Reading must be considered as a pleasant activity - as a source of amusing tales and beneficial and interesting accurate details. The more young kids read to, the greater their interest in mastering reading. Reading out loud exposes children to correct grammar and phrasing. It enhances the advancement of their spoken language abilities, their capability to express themselves verbally. Reading, by way of books, magazines or websites, exposes kids to new vocabulary. Even when they don't comprehend every new word, they take in something from the context that may deepen their understanding of it the next time the word is experienced. When moms and dads read aloud to children, the children likewise hear right pronunciation as they see the words on the page, even if they can't yet read the words by themselves. Reading can open new worlds and enhance children's lives.

As mentioned above, reading opens doors - doors to factual details about any subject on earth, practical or theoretical. Offered the wealth of readily available resources such as Internet, libraries, schools and bookstores, if children can read well and if they see reading as a source of info, then for the rest of their lives they will have access to all of the accumulated knowledge of mankind, access to all of the terrific minds and concepts of the past and present. It really is magic! Through books, children can likewise learn about individuals and places from other parts of the world, improving their understanding of and concern for all of mankind. This, in turn, contributes towards our sense that we truly live in a "international village" and may help us bring about a more serene future for everybody. This can happen through nonfiction however, perhaps much more notably, reading books that are set in other places and period can give children a deeper understanding of others through recognition with specific characters and their plights. Through stories and novels children can vicariously try new experiences and check originalities, without any unfavorable effects in their realities. They can fulfill characters who they'll take pleasure in returning to for comforting and satisfying visits when they go over a cherished book or discover a follow up. Books also provide kids the chance to flex their critical thinking skills in such areas as problem resolving, the concepts of cause and effect, dispute resolution, and acceptance of responsibility for one's actions. Mysteries allow children to follow ideas to their rational conclusions and to try to outguess the author. Even for extremely kids, an easy story with a recurring refrain or a basic mystery to fix offers a self-confidence boost. Children can predict the patterns and effectively fix the riddles.

Children are influenced by and imitate the world around them. While a steady diet plan of violent cartoons may have a detrimental result on children's advancement, carefully picked stories and books can have a favorable influence on kids, sensitizing them to the needs of others. For instance, books can encourage children to be more cooperative, to share with others, to be kind to animals, or to appreciate the natural environment. Reading can boost childrens's social abilities. Although reading is thought of as the ultimate solitary activity, in specific circumstances reading can be an interacting socially activity. For instance, a parent or grandparent reading a story aloud, whether from a standard printed book or from an ebook, can be an excellent opportunity for adult and child to share some quiet, relaxed quality time together far from the rush and tensions of the business of daily living. They share a couple of minutes of precious time, plus they share the concepts that are consisted of in the story. In addition, older children can be motivated to read aloud to younger ones as a means of improving their relationship. At school or at a library story hour, books can bring children together and can be part of a favorable shared experience. For some preschoolers this may be their primary opportunity to mingle and to find out how to behave around other children or how to sit silently for a group activity. Make the most of this experience by motivating children to speak about what they have actually read or heard. Reading can enhance hand-eye coordination. It may sound amusing, however ebooks can be a method for children to improve their great motor abilities and their hand-eye coordination, as they click around a childfriendly site or click the backward and forward buttons of online story pages. They may also be picking up valuable computer abilities that they'll require in school and later on in life. Reading can provide children with lots of good, clean enjoyable! I've saved the most essential point for last. Reading can provide kids with endless hours of enjoyable and entertainment. All of the practical reasons above aren't at all essential to validate reading's location in children's lives. Stories can free up creativities and open exciting new worlds of dream or reality. They allow children to dream and might provide a great start on the road to viewing reading as a long-lasting source of satisfaction; so read to your kids every day.

Inspire your older children to read. Give them access to a lot of reading product that they'll enjoy and discuss it with them. Sample whatever - standard printed books and ebooks on Web, timeless children's novels and fairy tales, along with more modern stories. If a child wishes to hear the same story over and over once again, do not stress over it. Children bask from the familiarity and predictability of a cherished story that they know backwards and forwards. There's no damage because. Reread old favorites and, at the same time, introduce your children to new stories. Your child's mind and heart have space for both. So reading truly does matter after all! There are numerous ways in which reading continues to be both a vital ability for children to master, and a crucial source of knowledge and satisfaction that can last a lifetime. Nurture it in your children. Maximize all the resources that are available and waiting on you: printed books, online books, publications and so forth. Motivate follow-up activities involving creative composing abilities and the arts, too, so that your children can reflect upon or expand on what they've soaked up and, at the same time, establish their own imagination. As you assist your kids value the magic of reading, you'll discover that there's a whole fantastic world filled with children's literature out there that YOU can take pleasure in too.

Why is it crucial for kids to read?

Reading books aloud to children stimulates their imagination and broadens their understanding of the world. It assists them develop language and listening skills and prepares them to comprehend the written word. ... Even after children find out to read by themselves, it's still crucial for you to read aloud together. Children at their earliest ages ought to discover and realize the significance of education in their lives. Some kids, however, may resist your efforts and insist on doing things their method. As a parent, your best teaching tool is your attitude. Having a favorable mindset about reading and a curiosity about finding out new things imparts similar beliefs in your children. Program them that education is the ticket to fulfilling their dreams and having a productive life. Teach the worth of education early in a child's life. Children are naturally curious and watchful. If they see you reading books and newspapers, they may be wondering why this activity holds such interest. Tell them that they need to discover to read to be able to also share such pleasure. Read to them frequently help them develop their language skills. Impress on children the value of school. This implies getting them to school on time and modeling the importance of punctuality. Take an interest in all their homework and ensure the needed projects are finished prior to the due dates. Take your children to academic yet enjoyable parks. Instead of taking them to the shopping malls, take them to a museum, science center or zoo. Discuss to them that continuing their education will permit them to understand more about the world around them. This strategy will definitely make them more inspired to find out and study. Introduce the computer to children. Computer systems never fail to impress people, especially young kids. Let them play grade-level software application video games that will provide enjoyable and entertainment. Stress to children that discovering computer usage, videos and education go hand in hand. Teach the value of education daily. You might include mathematics into day-to-day tasks and circumstances. Have them help you count the number of cookies on a cookie pan. Their love for learning could start if you count on them to do particular tasks. Incorporate counting, reading and writing within those simple jobs. For example, you might take them to the marketplace and have them choose a particular number products (like five apples or 4 oranges). Register your children in schools. If you want them to like education, make sure to place them in an environment that fosters convenience, enjoyable and learning at the same time. In addition, attend all the parent teacher conferences and end up being active in other school activities. Your child will see and grow to appreciate the time you take into her education.

[mst3kproject]

Short: A Case of Spring Fever

MST3K featured a number of movies, such as The Starfighters and last week's Squirm, that were simply not memorable.  They also did a number of movies and shorts that were deeply memorable, but for all the wrongest possible reasons.  Mr. B Natural was one of those, and A Case of Spring Fever is another.  Both were intended to be whimsical and each, in its own way, ended up being fucking terrifying instead.

The point of A Case of Spring Fever is to explain how springs work and how essential they are to daily life – particularly to automobiles.  Our hero, I guess, is Gilbert, a man whose wife wants him to fix the couch before he goes golfing.  When he complains that he never wants to see another spring again, a cartoon imp called Coily the Spring Sprite appears and grants his wish.  Gilbert quickly realizes that things like his watch and car won't work without springs, and begs Coily to restore them.  He then becomes a sort of spring evangelist, and spends the entirety of his golfing trip prostelytizing to his increasingly annoyed friends about how useful springs are until they never want to see another spring again!

The film is meant to be light-hearted and educational, and possibly to sell us cars, but it lends itself immediately to dark and horrible interpretations.  Mike and the Bots spend the short and the subsequent skit about Mikey the Mike Sprite wondering how the rules of this universe work.  Does every man-made object have a little pixie waiting to snatch it away from us?  Have such creatures existed from the dawn of time, anticipating that they will someday be discovered, or did Coily (I'm so sorry) spring into being with the invention of the first spring?  Was it only Gilbert who was suddenly spring-less, or did everybody else, too, find their watches stopped and their mattresses bounce-less with no explanation?  If it was everybody, was that everybody on Earth, or did it extend to aliens who could theoretically visit us and bring their springs with them?  Would it be possible to make another spring after Coily took them away, or would any new spring vanish as soon as it was finished?  What happened to the Law of Conservation of Mass as all spring-shaped matter just vanished from the universe?

People would think of questions like these no matter whether the short itself were successful in entertaining and educating us, but the fact that we dwell on them illustrates that it is in fact a failure.  Did anybody spend The Lord of the Rings wondering whether Saruman used to be gray and had to be killed by a Balrog before coming back as Saruman the White? Well, actually, yeah, I'm sure somebody did (it may have been me), but those people's friends probably (definitely) told them to shut up and watch the damn movie.  The film itself was more interesting and entertaining than such questions.  In A Case of Spring Fever, the questions distract us because the short can't hold our attention.

(I do know how the Maiar work, by the way. Please don't feel like you have to explain it to me.)

But that doesn't tell us why A Case of Spring Fever is so memorably distressing.  I've seen weirder stuff on TV than Coily the Spring Sprite and it didn't stick in my mind like this short does – and some of that was supposed to be messed-up.  What is going on here?

The most obvious thing is Coily himself. You don't forget Coily.  He appears as a little cartoon helix with curly lines for arms and legs and a head that looks like it belongs to a bad-tempered Christmas elf.  When he speaks, it's in a squeaky, grating old man voice.  Every time Gilbert realizes some springless device won't work, Coily appears and shrieks “no spriiiings!” in a mocking tone before vanishing again, until our hapless protagonist is forced to take back his wish or go insane.

Coily is neither well-animated nor appealing in appearance.  His gestures are repetitive and he never really looks like he's part of the environment – perhaps he's not supposed to, since he does represent an outside, supernatural force, but it's more likely that the animation was just cheap and primitive.  At least some effort was made to make sure the actor playing Gilbert looks in the right direction.  I think Coily was meant to be cute, but his long nose, pointed ears, buck teeth, and spiteful expression are almost demonic, and his attitude definitely so.  There's something downright nightmarish about the way he pops up to mock as Gilbert grows ever more frustrated.  He is literally torturing his victim into compliance.

As Crow observes when he asks how this all fits into 'God's plan for us', Coily is also a very pagan little bugger.  In ancient Greece and Rome, people believed that both natural and man-made objects had their own guardian gods or spirits.  Iuturna, for example, was the Roman goddess of fountains, and Ianus the god of doors and gates (Wikipedia lists Fons as the god of springs, but they mean the water type).  One of the ways early Christianity tried to discourage worship of these gods was by portraying them as demons.  Coily, a spirit with a restricted area of responsibility, who must be appeased with devotion or else will lash out and punish people, is just such an entity.

Scholars in the Middle Ages wrote books about the complex hierarchy among the legions of hell.  I wonder where Coily fits into those.

Even more disturbing is how the encounter with Coily changes Gilbert.  We don't get to know Gilbert very well, but the brief glimpse we have of him is of somebody impatient and a bit lazy, eager for an excuse to avoid his chores and go play golf.  When he takes back his wish for no more springs, the film cuts abruptly from Gilbert in the car to Gilbert under the sofa again, which could be interpreted to mean that the last few minutes were only a dream... but then we find Gilbert utterly transformed.  Rather than relaxing and enjoying the golf game, he spends the entire afternoon telling his friends about springs, giving even more examples of their ubiquity and usefulness than we already got from Coily.  He doesn't act like somebody who just woke from a nightmare.  Instead, the nightmare seems to intensify as Gilbert loses his own personality and identity, leaving only an obsession with springs! It seems that Coily has brainwashed Gilbert, or perhaps even possesses his body.  That would explain why he suddenly knows so much about how springs work and the many other areas of life they are important to.  He has become a puppet under Coily's control, spreading the cult of springs for some dark purpose.

I'm kidding.  I think.

Another source of unintentional horror is how A Case of Spring Fever reminds us that our society takes a lot of important things for granted. The lives of first-world urbanites revolve around a number of services that could theoretically be pulled out from under us at any moment. Running water is a good example – when I was younger, the water main on the street where I lived broke, and my family had to get our water from a tank truck at the end of the street for a few days while they fixed it.  During that time basic things like cooking, washing, and even using the toilet were of course far more inconvenient and time-consuming than we were used to and you can bet it made us appreciate how much we take water for granted... until about an hour and a half after it came back on.  Electricity is probably an even better illustration: we don't realize just how much our lives depend on it until the power goes out and we're left not knowing what to do with ourselves until it comes back on.

It's not possible for every single spring on the planet to suddenly evaporate, but things like electricity and water can.  A large solar flare could theoretically kill the power grid over huge areas and the damage might take weeks or months to repair (as those who survived Hurricane Sandy can attest).  There are places even in North America where infrastructure problems have left people without clean water for years – Flint, Michigan is only the most famous example.  Not to mention those of us who are dependent on medications or some other survival aid that makes contemplating the zombie apocalypse way less fun.  The world humans have built for ourselves is fragile, and we don't like being reminded of that.

A Case of Spring Fever is something the Brains had kicking around for quite a long time before they found an opportunity to use it – they referenced it in both Viking Women and the Sea Serpent and Bride of the Monster.  These skits couldn't have made much sense to the viewers who hadn't yet seen the short, but the host sketches often didn't make much sense anyway – it must have been a relevation when A Case of Spring Fever finally aired.  I suspect they put it in front of Squirm because they knew they were being cancelled and this was their last chance to get it on the show.  I'm glad they did.

I can think of a few other shorts that manage to be fucked-up and fascinating enough that I'll probably end up reviewing them.  Days of Our Years (appearing before The Amazing Transparent Man) comes to mind, as does Design for Dreaming (from Twelve to the Moon).  I may even try to track down the entire runs of things like Radar Men from the Moon and Undersea Kingdom, though I'll probably be sorry I did.  Wish me luck.

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In ‘Circus of Books,’ Rachel Mason Chronicles Her Parents’ Surprising Business — Selling Gay Porn

Rachel Mason’s moving documentary tells the story of the iconic bookstore and gay porn shop that served as the epicenter for LGBTQ life in Los Angeles for decades. Unbeknownst to many in the community it served, the store was cultivated and cared for by Mason’s parents, Karen and Barry, a straight conservative Jewish couple. Circus of Books is an intimate portrait of the Masons and their accidental journey to become one of the biggest distributors of hardcore gay porn in the United States, all the while downplaying the family business to their friends, synagogue, and even their own children. While they approached their store primarily as a way to support their family, Circus of Books also provided a much-needed non-judgmental gathering place for L.A.’s LGBTQ community. When the AIDS epidemic hit with a vengeance, Karen and Barry provided aid and comfort to countless people who were suffering, even as the mens’ own families rejected them.

Rachel Mason, director of Circus Of Books

An accomplished artist in her own right, Rachel Mason’s portrait of this lost world (her parents finally retired last year and the bookstore closed for good) is a poignant and entertaining document of an institution that was vital to its community. Mason also wrote and performs the end credit song, “Give You Everything.” The film is now available for screening on Netflix. I so enjoyed talking to Rachel Mason from her shelter-in-place.

Danny Miller: Rachel, it’s great to talk with you, I so enjoyed this beautiful film!

Rachel Mason: Thank you so much, I appreciate that!

I was happy to hear that you had already done the festival circuit with the film and that you got to screen it with appreciative audiences. I so feel for filmmakers who are having their films come out during this miserable pandemic.

Yes, we should have a moment of silence for all the films that are not getting what I got, it’s so sad. We were going to have a theatrical release, but I’m thrilled that people can now see the film on Netflix. I loved our time at all of the festivals, but the gay festivals in particular were such a joy. There was such a communal spirit at those screenings, with everyone getting all the references and laughing and crying at all the right moments!

I imagine this would be such a fun film to see with a big crowd.

For sure. When I saw the film with gay audiences, that’s when felt like I had actually done something for my community. I really feel for all the filmmakers and audiences who aren’t getting that right now, I hope we can figure out new ways to get that community spirit.

The upside, I guess, if you can call it that, is that you’ve got a captive audience yearning for new content.

That’s true. And while I think the film is for everyone, I think one of the best things about it is that it’s bringing people together in the queer community to remind us all of this historical past that is slipping away so quickly — especially the younger generation. I think many young people don’t have a clue about what the older generation went through. I want them and future generations to know what happened and what the role of erotic content was for our community in those years before the Internet.

I had the chance to interview Scotty Bowers when Matt Tyrnauer’s documentary Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood came out. He reminded me how few options there were before the Internet for gay people.  It seems like places like your parents’ store were such a vitally important resource for the community. I’m glad that stories like his and the one you’re telling here are recorded for posterity. 

I completely agree. There’s so much that is disappearing because the older generation is not around. The people who survived the AIDS epidemic are like cherished members of our community. We need to get all these stories down. I hope Circus of Books gives people a sense that they really need to look for these stories before they disappear.

Without this film, the story of your parents and their role in this community would never have been known. Needless to say, I totally fell in love with your parents. In so many ways they reminded me so much of my own Jewish parents. It’s fascinating when you talk in the film about how you and your brothers didn’t quite realize what they were doing and it was only your friends who finally clued you in.

It was really interesting because my parents were so not cool. I had lots of cool friend friends with really cool parents, but my parents were not those people. They were kind of boring. They were straight. My mom was super religious which annoyed the crap out of me and all I wanted to do was rebel against them. And then here come my rebel friends who I find out are going to my family’s store and saying how cool it is. It was such a shock to me. In the end, it was exciting to realize that I had this access to one of the coolest places in the city in terms of how all my friends in the gay underground saw it. I think I appreciated the store so much more from the time I was a teenager on, and it was kind of like God’s will that I made this film because nobody else could have gotten the access. I mean, my mom would certainly not have ever let anyone but me follow her around with a camera, that was the last thing she wanted.

It’s kind of a miracle that the film happened at all considering your mother’s reluctance to be a part of it, and yet I think that tension is also part of why it’s such a compelling film. Would you say that you finally won your mother over in terms of her being happy about being part of the documentary?

Well, I did manage to trot her out at a few of the festival screenings and have her stand there while she got standing ovations. My mom is very much a reluctant hero. First off, she hoped no one would ever see this film and now that people are seeing it, she has had to reckon with the fact that she is looked on as a hero by lots of people and yet she doesn’t feel any sense of heroism because up until the day the store closed, she says she was just doing her job — filing paperwork, sending out invoices, making sure her staff got paid — all the things you do to run a small business and none of it was particularly glamorous or interesting. So, when you finally come up for air after 40 years and people start thanking you for doing this work, there’s a sort of shell shock. Plus, my mother has an innate talent to find fault in almost anything. After she got a five-minute standing ovation at Frameline, she was perplexed that it went on for so long. I was like, “Mom, the one thing you can’t criticize is a standing ovation, there is just nothing bad about that!” (Laughs.)

I’m glad she showed up for those events despite her discomfort. In terms of the heroic element, yes, they were providing this amazing service for an oppressed community without judgment, but as soon as the AIDS crisis hit, that’s when I would start calling your parents real heroes. What they did to help people in that world during that awful time was so touching.

It’s true. That was really important even if they didn’t see it as anything extraordinary. When we look at the history of the Holocaust, there are these people who are called Righteous Gentiles who helped the people who were being persecuted, like the ones who hid Anne Frank and so many others. Those people are often very reluctant to accept any acknowledgement because they simply did what they felt was right. Like, what would you do if your best friend’s daughter was going to get killed? I mean, you would probably think about hiding her in your attic, too, right? It’s a simple thing but it reminds us all that there’s something called humanity here. And the lack of humanity that the gay population saw during the AIDS crisis was just utterly shocking. We look back at that time now, and we’re like, “Wow, really?” Parents didn’t show up for their own dying children and yet they called themselves Christians.

Did you realize what was going on at that time and what your parents were doing to help these people?

I didn’t understand the depth of that pain. My perspective on it as a kid was that I would see these beautiful, funny, amazing gay men who worked at the store who were great people and hilarious. And then, my mom would say, “Oh, well, he’s not here anymore because he died.” This happened again and again but I had this child’s perspective on it that I almost didn’t think twice about until I got older and knew many people who lost so many of their friends. And then when I interviewed my parents for the film and heard these stories, I was just heartbroken. A mother would call my mom and want to know what her son was like. And my mother would think, “Fuck you, lady, he was dying and you refused to fly out here from Idaho  to see him when he needed you so badly.” No amount of anti-gay feelings should override parental love to that extent. I wish I could say those sentiments have disappeared today but we know they’re still out there. We’re all aware that there is a powerful Christian right in this country. I was just reading about that hospital in New York that was set up on in Central Park to help with the pandemic but before anyone could work there or be treated they had to sign something saying they agreed with the group’s anti-gay policies.

Horrible.

I do think that’s where heroism comes in. My mom never ran out onto a battlefield to rescue people while bullets were flying, but she helped people who were being treated so cruelly by their own families and our culture. Sometimes it’s the least likely people who decide to stand up and do something right.

I love that analogy to the Righteous Gentiles during the Holocaust. Have your parents ever been honored by any LGBTQ groups?

Oh, God, no. First of all, they weren’t known. My parents were very, very private people, especially my mother. And very behind the scenes. Also because their work was related to the sex industry —

With its own biases and prejudices, forget about the gay part.

Exactly. So they just had their heads down and hoped no one would ever ask them about what they do. My mom would always try to just get past that question very quickly if anyone asked. “We have a bookstore.” That’s why this film is so shocking to their system.

I admit that when I was watching this film, a lot of my tears came from the scene with your brother when he talks about what it was like for him to come out. That was so moving already, but then seeing your reaction as he’s telling his story was even more so.

Those were very real tears for me. When I heard him talk about the day he came out, and how he had gotten a one-way plane ticket because he didn’t know if he’d be accepted by my parents, I was just so horrified, I never knew he had gone through any of that. I had such a different experience growing up. I love my parents, but I was kind of done with them putting any pressures on me. I was always a rebel, my friends were all gay or from the counterculture — I took a girl to prom and no one even said anything about it. And the truth is I was too caught up in my own selfish teenaged world to notice my little brother and his struggles. And then interviewing him at 37 and hearing him talk about 18-year-old Josh being that closeted and afraid, I just had these extreme feelings of shame. I realized I was out there waving my freak flag while poor little Josh was just trying so hard to be that perfect little kid. I think his is the more common story, most people are not artists and weirdos thumbing their nose at society like I was at a young age. I think that’s what gave me a free pass — I never even bothered to come out to them. Josh carried so much pressure to be the perfect child.

That scene is such a touchstone for the film. Do you think the level of secrecy around your parents’ business had repercussions on your family dynamic?

What’s interesting is that despite her work, my mom had all the classic Jewish family values, like wanting us to marry Jewish, have kids, go to college. My mom had all these hardcore expectations for us to get straight As, and nothing was ever good enough. And later I would think, “Why do we have to do all this?” Was it related to the fact that they ran a gay porn shop? She’s never really let go of those expectations to this day, it’s kind of maddening.

I can relate to those Jewish family values that are often bathed in neuroses.

Yeah, like there’s always this element of fear and survival mixed in — like you could get killed at any moment. You might think that you are part of the culture here but just wait until they start attacking Jews, we’ll be the first to be shoved into the ovens. I think that was also part of their fear of being open about what they were doing with the store.

I love all the interviews in the film. It’s amazing to see people like Larry Flynt and gay porn star Jeff Stryker, but what moved me the most is hearing from the old employees. What amazing characters. It’s so great to get their oral histories down from this lost world.

Totally. My dad talks about how important the employees were to people in the community. Like people would know that Gerald was there from four to six so they would go in then. Gerald had his own customers, and then earlier in the day Ben had his own group of customers, it was almost like fan clubs grew around all the different people who worked there. They knew their customers so well and what kinds of things they liked so they would give them a customized experience, like a niche within the niche.

Your mother gets a lot of attention because she’s such a compelling character, but I was so moved by your father as well.

My dad is a guy who just loves life and he’s thrilled at the attention he’s gotten because of the film, the opposite of my mom who is panic-stricken about it. They’re an interesting pair because he is the most happy-go-lucky person I’ve ever known.

I just wish we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic because I would love to see your parents at the screenings with big crowds.

Oh, on that front my mother couldn’t be happier about the pandemic and that she doesn’t have to do anything related to the film. Before the quarantine started, she joked about heading to Antarctica for a month after the film came out and living in an igloo!

Circus of Books is now available to watch on Netflix.

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Discomfort with the truth of Mahatma (GANDHI 150 YEARS: CASTE)

What does he tell the Dalits who are under increased attack by the resurgent caste arrogance? What does he say to a judiciary which puts the liberty of an individual or a people beneath national interest? For him to speak to us, we will also need to earn the right to listen to him

Only one fact about his life was not touched. It was the fact of his death. Another, of course, which led to this end of his life, could not be discussed. That  is Gandhi’s constant battle against all kinds of injustices. He was not fighting against the British alone. He was in conflict with his own people

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On my recent trip to Patna, I was told that the state government was working on a grand plan for the upcoming October 2 celebrations. The date would mark the 150 years of the birth of Gandhi. Of these 150 years, the life of the dead Gandhi is of the length of 72 years. In this afterlife of Gandhi, he has been constantly evaluated, analysed, canonised and memorialised.

The state has been the chief architect of the memory of Gandhi. In his afterlife, the state finally hoped to tame him. The Bihar celebration is one such example. The Government of Bihar called hundreds of teachers to train them to be able to talk to their students correctly about Gandhi. Gandhi was presented as a multifaceted personality and the deliberation sought to turn the exercise into a personality development course. Gandhi the shoemaker, the tailor, the scavenger, a believer in nature cure, conservator of energy, is the Gandhi the state would like the children to talk to. All of us can become Gandhi is the promise of such a course. A lifestyle guru, so to say.

Only one fact about his life has not been  touched. It was the fact of his death. Another, of course, which led to this end of his life, could not be discussed. That is Gandhi’s constant battle against all kinds of injustices. He was not fighting against the British alone. He was in conflict with his own people.

Apart from the state, it is the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh, which has sculpted the Indian common sense about Gandhi. A Gandhi who had become a thorn in the flesh of the nation and needed a man of “conviction and courage” like Godse to give India freedom from Gandhi.

India has an ambivalent relationship with Gandhi. It called him Mahatma and also the Father of the Nation but the fact that it could not tolerate him for even six months after it attained Independence from the British has not yet been understood or explained properly. We don’t find it strange that a commission to investigate the assassination of Gandhi could be formed only 18 years after his murder. The murder was more than simply removing Gandhi physically. It was an attempt to derail his project of nation-making, which visualised India as a State where the majority would not dominate the minorities in any manner.

Mind of an assassin

Why I Assassinated Gandhi is one of the most popular books in India, available on all bookstalls on railway platforms, and elsewhere. We are repeatedly asked to understand why a ‘patriot’ like Nathuram Godse was compelled to kill Gandhi. Scholars have laboured to peep into the deep and dark recesses of the mind of Godse, looking for clues or leads which would explain his decision. They have gone to his childhood, talked about his repressed sexuality, etc. to understand his motive. Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, Godse’s guru, who was behind the conspiracy of the murder of Gandhi, is one of the most venerated men of India, at least among the Hindus. His portrait adorns the walls of Parliament. Long back, the Congress regime itself had decided to honour him by issuing a postal stamp in his name! Yet, the mystery of Gandhi continues to fascinate many, particularly the young, in no small measure. They are far removed from him in time and neither our school textbooks nor our popular culture have been helpful in developing an understanding about him, but he manages to excite their imagination. Even his opponents, who managed to eliminate him physically, cannot ignore him.

India’s continuing engagement with Gandhi reveals more about India than Gandhi. The most recent avatar of Gandhi as the brand ambassador of Swachch Bharat Abhiyaan, the Centre’s official cleanliness drive, is one such example. It was not for nothing that in 2017, the centenary year of the Champaran Satyagraha, using his most significant innovation in the field of political action, satyagraha, the government decided to distort it into swatchagraha.

An annoying presence

It was a clear and clever act of vulgarisation of Gandhi that does not want us to talk about Gandhi’s battle against untouchability and caste discrimination. We are seldom told that caste Hindus were bitter and angry with him for pleading for equal rights for the “shudras”.

Do children know that the pandas of Deoghar had tried to kill him when he went to the Shiva temple as part of his temple-entry movement with Harijans? Two decades later, when his disciple Vinoba Bhave made another attempt, the Deoghar people beat him up so severely that one of his ears was damaged permanently. So, a Gandhi who speaks to us in this language would still be an annoying presence.

A Gandhi who would refuse an invitation for a marriage if it were not between two different castes, one of them to be necessarily a Dalit, would definitely be a bothersome, difficult old man. This is what Helen Cixous, the Italian writer, understood when she wrote that Gandhi was more hated in India than venerated as he sided with the people of the gutter. He has not been forgiven for this audacity.

This discomfort with Gandhi is manifested in the state-led distortion of Gandhi. Its unease with the ‘satya’ of Gandhi is understandable. For Gandhi, violence was untruth, so was a majoritarian nation-state. For him, a Hinduism with caste discrimination was untruth.

Truth, thus, is not a given thing. It has to be imagined and achieved. A truth without an ethical core is no truth. So, if the scriptures justify caste discrimination, Gandhi would rather reject them. He creates his own truth and challenges the established ones. Essentially, Gandhi is a rebel, and an eternal rebel.

One must remember that for Gandhi, after God, another name for Truth, the supreme entity was the individual. He could not allow any authority to have power over the individual. Not even the State of India, freed by his efforts.

It is impossible for a state to be non-violent. Violence is to dominate others. The state cannot resist the temptation to take away the autonomy of the individual. Is it surprising that Gandhi does not want individual freedom to be restrained in any manner? He says that he should have the freedom to build ladders to the Sirius! There cannot be any greater good than human freedom. If the State or any power seeks to curb it, his instinct is to revolt against it.

The eternal rebel

If you force Gandhi to recite the Bhagvada Gita, he would refuse and he would refuse to salute a flag which is thrust on the chest of an unwilling people. He was asked by the Congressmen of Chittagaong on August 14, 1947, if they should salute the flag of Pakistan. He told them not to hesitate in saluting a flag, which would ensure safety and equality for all people under its sway. Once when Vande Mataram was being sung, he remained seated despite others, including Shaheed Suharavardi, standing. He said he had his own way of paying respect and he cannot be forced to adopt the way suggested by any power. When he wrote his Constructive Programme, in the section on students, he made it a point to clearly tell the youth, the eager nationalisers of all times, not to “impose Vande Mataram or the National Flag on others.” Or “not force others” to “wear National Flag button”. When Gandhi speaks thus, how would we respond to him?

So, how does Gandhi speak to us? To the people of Palestine, to the people of Kashmir, to the disenfranchised people of Assam, to the threatened Muslims and Christians of India? What does he speak to a State which is trying to turn people into its subjects? What does he tell the Dalits who are under increased attack by the resurgent caste arrogance? What does he say to a judiciary, which puts the liberty of an individual or a people beneath national interest? For him to speak to us, we will also need to earn the right to listen to him. We have to remain prepared to be challenged by him, questioned by him.   #MohnishRANotes

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